Growing up, my parents took us every Easter to see the sunrise. I’m not religious, but here and there through the years I’ve tried to do it. I find it such a lovely way to start a day, and it has often baffled me: how many sunrises do I actually see, let alone sit down and watch? I’ve had entire YEARS go by without doing so ONCE.
Anyhow, EVERY day this past month I’ve walked out into te desert to see the sunrise (two exceptions, once so i could get ready for an early hike elsewhere, and the other because I was feeling unwell), preceeding a day full of work. I almost didn’t go this Easter morning because being contrary often amuses me, but I went anyways. My only remaining wish being that I had a bucket full of waxy chocolate bunnies to round out the morning.