As I look back, it was cold where I sat alone in the dark. The brisk night air wrapped itself around me and burrowed under the collar of my coat. The silence was absolute for the few minutes it took to determine that I was no real threat, and as if breathing a sign of relief the crickets started chirpping and others rustled in the grass.
Now, a sunrise should really have its own theme music like Mission Impossible or Get Smart. It needs to be something that starts out so low and deep it makes your spine tingle in anticipation. As the sky slowly beings to lighten the music builds, weaving it's notes around your head like so many mosquitos. Before too long the sun explodes over the mountain top and the music reaches it's zenith so beautiful and pure it makes your heart catch and tears come to your eyes. The music softly drifts away as the sun pours down to the valley sweeping away the last lingering shadows of night.
The early morning mist is chased up the mountain from the valley floor bringing a faint smell of campfire smoke that forces you to take a deep breath to try and capture a distant memory of childhood camping trips. The sound of a train snaking through the valley is quickly followed by the sound of tractors growling into the fields to begin the endless job of cutting or plowing, and there is nothing quite so sweet as the smell of dew on freshly cut hay.
The sun has finally pushed it's way up the mountain and chased the night's chill from under my coat. The sounds of morning have blended into the white noise from the valley below. I hope age doesn't steal my ability to remember special times like when I climbed the mountain to sit by a small stream to watch morning happen. I hope I can continue to hear a symphony in a sunrise and the sounds of morning rising up.
Here's to every sunrise and every sunset, may they always be more than just an indication of the weather.
Love me
Wouldn't it be nice to be a "wish"? It would be great to be tossed into the wind to follow the currents, see new things, feel everything, discover life. Too many times in life we are forced to be the "pod", anchored to the ground and unable to rise with the winds. There need to be more wishes in the wind.
