Sunrise

I love sunrises even the boring ones. There’s something magical in the promise of a new start, especially in the depths of winter.

I’ve been feeling the heaviness of darkness that I always seem to experience during this time of year. Even the hope and excitement of a blossoming romance hasn’t quite been able to dispel the darkness completely. Nor should it have to. That’s a lot of pressure to put on a relationship or another person.

I’ve been learning how to reframe things, so I tell myself winter isn’t bleak and desolate, its rest in preparation for renewal.

But this time of year doesn’t feel very restful with the chaos of the holidays, which always seem to sneak up on me and I realize I’m likely not going to get cards out to my friends again this year nor is my intentions to get thoughtful gifts going to happen and they end up getting gift cards.

You would think that I’d have it figured out now that I’m in my fifties, but I haven’t got it quite yet. Thus the need for the appreciation of sunrises.

Sunrises are a reminder that light follows dark, a rainbow follows a storm, and Spring always follows Winter. The cycle of renewal. That is magic.

Be well my friends.