This morning’s sunrise was gorgeous. It was more than the sun’s rays; it was the mixture of clouds and sky that provided dancing colors to welcome the day. I have yet to decide if I prefer sunrises or sunsets. They are each special and unique. In the late fall or winter, it’s easier to be a part of the dark silent morning, as the earth slowly begins to wake up. Watching the morning morph from darkness into a kaleidoscope of color is always amazing. Mornings offer hope, just in their pure existence. The birds are singing their greeting to me as I go feed the horses. The horses seemed to sense the excitement of the morning today as well. They were playful and running around the arena, dancing in the morning sun.
Every morning is a new beginning, a new hope, a new blessing. Embrace this hope of new possibilities and spread your own sunshine.