I love getting up in the morning and waddling over to my windows to look out onto the world. I try to do it every morning, everywhere I have been. I get up fairly early with 8am being the latest I wake up. And, that’s like once every three months or more. Depending on the season it’s still either putch back or the beginning of a fiery sunrise. Both are beautiful to catch. I often grab my phone and take a photo of that morning’s outside scene. I like to capture a quiet moment of beauty. I particularly love doing so because I know that not many others in the surrounding vicinity are awake.
This morning I woke up and rejoiced at the beauty of a most calming sky. A sky that swirled and twirled. A sky that invited me to dance with it. A sky for which I had to awaken my son.
I cannot say this enough times. But get up and not only smell the roses but get drunk on the beauty of a new day. Feel the happiness of being alive and rejoice.
Sometimes if a day is super long, grueling, or tiresome, I look at my photographs. Those early morning photos, as well of those of my son, immediately give me a spring. It takes but just a few seconds to take in beauty.