Have you ever been so thirsty to see a sunrise that you wake up your flatmate just to see it? I had been here for three weeks and the only sign was the brightening the clouds and that was how I knew the day had begun. Winter skies are often dark with pregnant clouds yielding their fat snow flakes. During the winter months, you have to have just a bit of faith that the sun still exists.The sun was a shade of red I forgot existed. I was able to gaze with wonder at this red ball of light and reflect on the many sun rises I observed in South Korea. What I marvelled at was how the sun just appeared to always be white, a different position on our globe, a different season and I felt like I discovered a new view.
How each new day appears as something new and even though I appreciate winters far more now than I had in my youth, I always get up to see a sunrise. Perhaps it is in the promise of a new day, the power it represents. While we live we still have the power to make anything possible.
