sunrise

Today, I was reminded about a time that wasn't all that long ago. In fact, it was at this time last year, I was driving about a half hour to work each day. It was an hour total, 30 minutes to and 30 minutes back. At first, I thought it was such a long time. I'd have to leave earlier in order to get there in time. During the winter months, I'd wake in darkness. And leave the house in darkness. What a hassle.

But this time quickly became such a blessing to me because on each drive, I'd literally get to watch the sun rise every morning. Each sunrise was so different and yet so brilliant. There's something about the experience of watching a day begin that gave me such peace. The newness. The golden rays casting its light on everything as darkness disappeared. I'd pray. I'd sip my coffee. I'd think about the list of things to do and accomplish. I'd just be. 

I never thought I'd miss those 30 minutes in the morning, but I find myself a bit whimsical. Isn't that how it always is? Those 30 minutes were life and I didn't realize I was living it until I looked back.