I spent much of the 1980’s submerged under the ocean. When you do that you learn a new appreciation for things you used to take for granted. One of the things I took for granted, and never will again, is sunrise and sunset. Back on 21 February 2014, I was up before dawn waiting with anticipation for the sunrise. I wrote down my thoughts as I watched the day break, and shared those thoughts with some of my friends. They thought I should share those same thoughts with you, so here they are. I hope you enjoy them.
This is my favorite time of the day.
The sun has not made its appearance, and Venus is alone with the moon. My mind wanders back to Ponte Vedra Beach. I would stand and look to the eastern horizon, the beach all to myself. As the light would begin to break, the fishing boats just becoming faintly visible as they set their nets. It is as if all time stands still, if only for a moment. This time of day is a miracle of beauty and tranquility.
This time of day reminds me of the miracle. Don’t believe in miracles?
I stand here on a tiny piece of soil watching dawn break. A tiny piece of soil spinning around an axis at 1,000 miles an hour. I look into the sky at worlds thousands of miles away.
No miracles? Oh my dear friend, all of life is a miracle, every breath, every moment.
May your miracle be a beautiful one.