The thing about sunrises is that they are constantly changing. They begin with just a peek, a soft light that dares to grow beyond the horizon. Pink has to be the bravest color. It dares the darkness to end as it pushes forward into day. The beauty is most brilliant at the break of dawn.
Soon the pink softly fades and is joined by peach, yellow then turquoise blue. The sunrise stretches across the morning, becoming less intense by the minute.
Stop and watch. Soak it in. This sunrise, on this particular day, will never exist again. It is nature's gift to those who tackle the day by rising early. There could possibly be more beauty in that sunrise than there is all day.
If you dare to look away then look back and everything has changed. The color is wider, less vibrant by the minute, yet still beautiful in its own way. Listen to the birds who now sing to the dawning sun. They have awakend to join you in this glorious day and the beauty that paints the sky.
Sunrises are God's way of reminding us to slow down, to realize that there is something greater than we are, to just be.
I'm glad I was able to be present for this moment today.