It’s not a country sunrise. There’s actually a house that I cropped out, and their garage, hidden by a privacy fence. You can see the powerlines cutting through the beautiful sky.
But this is what I walked outside to at 730am today, and it inspired my good mood.
I have a thing for nature. For the sky, specifically – sunrise, sunset, or twilight when the stars are just starting to show themselves. The blue sky of a perfect day. The weather determines my mood 97% of the time. Sunshine, and I’m happy and determined. Clouds and rain, I’m an emotional mess. Night time calms me, the darkness and quiet of the world.
And this sunrise. . . ! I knew it was going to be a fabulous day.
Nothing however, beats a country sunrise.
No houses or power lines to interrupt the beauty.
Sky meets field, and woods and pond, the pinks and oranges contrasting with the browns and greens of the earth, reflecting in the water. Maybe a little bit of fog burning off as the sun starts to warm things up, as deer dot the line of trees in the distance. Breathtaking and surreal. You can’t capture that kind of beauty on camera, no matter the angle or the filter.
These images brought to you courtesy of early morning bus rides to school over bumpy dirt roads with Brandon Boyd singing about accepting yourself through my headphones and into my brain, into my soul, as the sunrise spoke the same thing to me through my vision. Some people never get to see an image such as that above, and I was lucky enough to witness it, or some variation of it, every morning for four years, all through high school anyway, and occasionally after when responsibility would drag me out of the house at an early hour.
“Don’t ever be afraid to shine. Remember, the sun doesn’t give a fuck if it blinds you.” A quote I came across this year, and damn if that doesn’t explain everything to me, and that’s what those early morning bus rides with my music and my sunrises told me, too.
Amazing how our senses can determine who we are for the day. The pinks and oranges inspired me to be the best me I can be. Confident, light hearted, determined.
Now as the sky clouds over, I feel all of that fading and I want to curl up and ignore the world with a new book.
Amazing how one sight can bring to mind a thousand others, similar, from years past. I remember sitting in front of dad’s too one morning, watching the sun rise over the golf course across the road, and just being in awe over the colors.
Nature will never cease to leave me awestruck and inspired.
And while I have to view my sunrises through powerlines and buildings now, I haven’t always and someday I will view them uninterrupted once again.
Enjoy a sunrise or a sunset. Go count stars and search for constellations in the night sky. Appreciate our world for what it is, while you still have the chance.
So, This is Real Life 