Sunrise, sunset

Yesterday was one of those rare days that I saw both the sunrise and sunset. I've seen so many, but just about every time I see them I'm blown away by the beauty of them. The colours, the lines... The implication that things will just keep on rolling along no matter what happens to you. No matter if you're having the worst day or best day of your life, you can look up and the sky can be a blaze of fire.

It makes me feel small an unimportant, but I kind of like that. I find it reassuring that my problems can't touch the beauty that has been around long before me, and will continue to be long after me. On the good days it's like nature itself has reformed itself to celebrate my triumphs in a way that all can see. And I kind of like that too.

So next time you're commuting and worrying about what you've got to get done that day, or that week, stop and look up. Breathe. Pause. Repeat.

Now re-read this post in the voice of Stuart McLean.

Sunrise, sunset

Sunrise, sunset

Swiftly fly the years

One season following another

Laden with happiness and tears

Sunrise


Sunset