A Rare Sunrise

I'm not much of an early riser, but this morning I'm headed to the mountains for a youth conference called Winterfest. I'm still pretty bleary-eyed, and our coffee machine is broken. But the sun coming up right now is glorious. It makes me think that today is woven through with some extra measure of hope.

Is there a culture in the world that doesn't admire the simple beauty of a sunrise? Something about it speaks to the eternity hidden deep in my heart. It makes me optimistic and nostalgic at the same time.