There have been few bright days this winter. There has been snow, rain, fog, drizzle and general dim light over the past three months. For a sun worshiper like me, it’s torture waiting for the Spring. However, this morning, I looked out the window and saw broken cloud and bright light coming over the horizon.
I’m a late sleeper, especially at the weekend or on holiday. But every now and again, I have cause to be up before dawn. Fifteen years ago I was in Yosemite National Park camping with friends and couldn’t sleep. It was freezing and the ground was hard. I’m not great at camping, so I wrapped myself up, unzipped the tent, and wandered outside.
There was a faint light coming up over the mountains and as I stood there, I saw the most magnificent sunrise. It was filled with shades of yellow, orange, then reds before brightening a blue sky.
Another time I woke at 4am to catch a flight. It was dark when we boarded the plane, but as we took off, the sky grew light and soon, we were flight towards sunrise. From above the cloud I could see the sun spread out across the sky.
It filled be with feelings of both peace and humility before such a wonderful sight.
Think hard. When was the last time you saw a sunrise? Write about it. If you can’t remember the last time you saw one, get up early one morning and write down what you see and what you feel.