Here at the cottage I usually get up by 5:15. For me, morning is the best part of the day and with the sun not rising until after 7, I can sit for over an hour watching and waiting, watching each increment of light before the sun appears over the horizon. I’m reminded of a one-year-old standing in her crib playing peek-a-boo, experiencing trust that the grownup, who has come in to say good morning, will be there for her, morning after morning, forever and ever.
The sun and I also play peek-a-boo every morning, and as I’ve mentioned previously, I have faith that ‘the sun will come out tomorrow,’ even if behind the clouds.
But today a triple miracle! First the morning star, then the moon, still waning to a sliver, and then the sun. For an hour or so I witnessed the three of them in the sky, too faint for my iPhone camera, but there in trio until the sun outshone the star.
The sun and I also play peek-a-boo every morning, and as I’ve mentioned previously, I have faith that ‘the sun will come out tomorrow,’ even if behind the clouds.
But today a triple miracle! First the morning star, then the moon, still waning to a sliver, and then the sun. For an hour or so I witnessed the three of them in the sky, too faint for my iPhone camera, but there in trio until the sun outshone the star.