No matter what corner of the world I find myself in, sunrise seems to hold a special kind of ordinary magic. An opportunity to be still in the quiet; the kind of quiet you can only find before the rest of the world is awake. Space to take a deep breath of fresh air, and soak in the magic before we miss it. I like the consistency of sunrises; every single morning, regardless of the location, the sun rises. A reminder that some things never change; the important stuff stays. Some days they seem to pass by far too quickly, the magic disappearing before it began. But other days, the sunrise seems to make time unfold in slow motion. Holding space for everything the soul needs to take in and allowing time to gather the magic needed for whatever the day will bring.
Over and Out,