I'm sitting on my kitchen table watching the sun come up. Some of my only good memories with my dad are of me and him watching the sun come up early in the morning, around 5am, before he went to work. There's something special about Spring sunrises in particular.
It's awe inspiring that something as old and tortured as our planet still comes out of hibernation and back to life year after year. It's seen and experienced every bit of pain and trauma that's ever occurred. It has suffered disregard for it's well being again and again. Deforestation. Animal extinctions caused by humans. Manmade climate change. We've basically just taken a big nasty dump on planet Earth and everything that inhabits it in every way imaginable and then some and still the planet tries to heal itself season after season. There is no other time when it's resilience is as obvious, bold, and beautifully defiant as it is on Spring mornings.
