there's something very calming about being up before the sun rises. i watch those blue hues creeping through the darkness and i find myself feeling very centered, very balanced. i drive east, toward home, and stare straight into the sun.
every day is a new day, bound to be different from the last. they may be better; they may be worse. it doesn't matter. it's just important that they are these days. the good ones would not be as good, without the bad and vice versa. understanding the dynamic and experiencing the balance makes life tolerable, but not boring.
you would have loved the sunrise today. it was gray from earth to heaven and there was a haze hanging all about. it was just the kind of morning where you would say "i love these cloudy, overcast days" like you always do when they come around.