I’ve always wanted to be a person who wants to get up to see the sunrise… but the truth is, I don’t love it.
My husband and I recently stayed with good friends in Florida. On our last morning, everyone in the house agreed to get up early and watch the sunrise on the beach.
Now, during our wonderful winter getaway we enjoyed a variety of activities including:
Kayaking through the mangroves
and even a friendly dolphin
…walking for miles
in between lots of poking around…
So I thought to myself, here is the perfect opportunity to reassess my sunrise viewing vibes.
After all, the sun rises late this time of year and I’m in the tropics (not freezing New England), and the gorgeous, sugar-sand beach is just a stone’s throw over the palm trees… Perhaps this time I’ll relish the experience and be inspired!
The six of us left a bit early to grab coffee on the way, and were soon settled into low beach chairs five minutes before the highly anticipated event.
We were quiet. Reverently awaiting the sacred dawning of a new day.
Soft ribbons of pink and purple glowed above the liquid blue horizon. Then red, orange, and gold appeared.
Suddenly, there it was.
“The SUN!” we cheered.
Yep, the sun.
Molten, blinding light reminding me of all I have to (need to, want to) do… and how little time I have to do it.
Telling me to hurry up and get on with the work of humans by interacting, producing, and attempting to meet expectations I will never fulfill.
Sigh. All my discomfort flooded in – the anxiety and obligation about having to go! Go to school, go to work, go to appointments…
The truth is, I prefer dusk.
When the sun sets, I relax.
For me, nothing compares to watching that warm, simmering orb dip down behind the Maine foothills… a sublime experience. The day is done and the darkness — the world of dreams — may begin.
When the sun rises, the spotlight flips on!
When the sun sets, the spotlight gently turns off.
I look up at the black sky and feel comforted by the moon and the stars and all that came before and all that lies beyond.
Don’t get me wrong — I’m very relieved and grateful every single morning to see the sun appear. But I’m now positive — without a shred of doubt — that I’m much happier easing into it from my cozy, dreamy bed.