“There was never a night or a problem that could defeat sunrise or hope.”
— BERNARD WILLIAMS
Sometimes deliberately and sometimes by divine force, I find my way to a sunrise. While others may opine about the beauty of the sunset, which of course is true, it is the sunrise that calms my soul. I have sat with both these past 53 months, looking for meaning, searching for answers. I find neither. Not in the dawn, nor the dusk. And while I find beauty in both, it is in the diversity of each morning’s beauty that I find solace. It is as if, with each new sunrise, the universe is reminding me that it is vast and mysterious and that my place in it is infinitesimal, my only job being to appreciate the coming day.