The sky in Antigua this morning is giving big “I stayed up too late but I’m still showing up” energy. The sun is there, somewhere, trying to peek through the clouds like a shy celebrity avoiding the paparazzi.

It’s that awkward moment between night’s gossip and day’s to-do list, when the world hasn’t decided whether to sparkle or sulk. And honestly? I get it. Some mornings I’m the blazing sun, other mornings I’m the cloud muttering, “Five more minutes.”

But here’s the thing whether the sun busts through in a glorious golden entrance or just peeks out coyly, the day still starts. And sometimes, that quiet, slow reveal is its own kind of magic.