I marveled at this morning's sunrise which I'd hoped would be so much more...but turned out to be much less.
Less memorable than most.
And yet...and at the same time - what could have been less...was really so much more. One small slice of light - forecasting the day's weather. One even smaller slice - brightening up a sky that was monocolor. One last sighting of the morning's moon before it faded into nothing at all.
I wondered at the simplicity and the its truth. I wondered at the wonder that each and every day this sun rises without question or fail. I wondered about the hope and its possibility of always - beginning again. Anew.
In that moment - I couldn't imagine anything bigger or better. No thing more colorful...more magical...or more memorable than simply this.