One Magical Sunrise
When the sun changes how you feel
I stood there sipping on my cup of tea watching the orange move up on the clouds in the South. With every breath I took the sky was just a little bit more colorful. It was as if I was watching a movie. But it was the movie called “real life”.
David kept on calling me. I should get ready. Eat breakfast. Brush my teeth. Get ready for work. Start packing. It was our last weekend at work. And yes, Monday we were leaving this place.
There were so many things I was supposed to do.
But I decided all those things could wait. I knew I wouldn’t experience this moment again. Ever. This moment, if not lived, is gone. Forever.
And so I stayed. Watched and marveled.
This morning when I opened the door of our trailer and looked outside I felt something special was about to happen. I decided to put my warm jacket on and be prepared for the chill in the air.
I saw the first colors in the sky peaking through in between the trailers.
Yes, it was worth taking out the camera I decided.
It was still pretty dark outside and the campground was also asleep.
One lonely blowball was standing strong in the morning mist.
Everything was wet. And cold.
A thin layer of fog was hovering above the meadow. Not more. Just one layer.
A few clouds were spread across the sky but nothing big.
The air felt fresh.
And then it began. Step by step the orange color moved up the clouds.
Until the entire sky was on fire.
I couldn't believe what I was seeing. What was unfolding in front of my eyes was too beautiful to be real.
I swapped between the cup of tea in one hand and the camera in the other hand to just standing there and watching.
Also, the cranes began to arrive. First, I just heard their calls. Then I saw them flying in formations across the sky. The closer they got, the louder got their cacophony of calls.
I am missing words to describe what I felt at that moment.
But I felt at ease. Filled with joy. Happy. Yes, I was happy. And I’m sure I was smiling even though nobody was watching me.
And it took another half an hour before I got to see the glowing ball.
The sun.
What used to be predominantly orange was now more yellow.
The layer of fog was still hovering above the ground and now more and more cranes and geese were arriving. Yes, geese are migrating too and they are aiming for the same feeding grounds as the cranes.
Behind me, it was getting loud now. The cacophony of calls from both of these bird species mixed with some crows was something very special.
I kept on looking toward the sun but still heard the sounds of nature. I felt the joy of these birds finding so much food before they were heading further on their journey South. Yes, their calls were happy ones.
I went back down to capture the lone standing blow ball once more. This time with some spiderwebs connecting another plant and the rising sun in the background.
Now, it was really time to get to work. I skipped breakfast, packing, and all the other stuff I was supposed to do. And I surely don’t regret it.
This hour of watching the sun rise above the horizon was something I will remember for long.
“The secret to a good morning is to watch the sunrise with an open heart.” — Anthony T. Hincks
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