One day more

The sun rose yesterday morning, stretched out across the dull gray sky and offered hope in iridescent layers.

I stood alone on a quiet bank and watched it arrive like a reliable old friend.

I am always grateful for the sunrise and the invitation it offers — to breathe, to appreciate, to rectify and to begin again.

We are imperfect beings circling around and entirely dependent on a distant sun. But, we are also mostly good; our moral outrage stems from a genuine desire to help, to make the world better, to level the playing field, to offer a hand.

And every morning, the sun shows up and shares its glorious optimism. Each day, we get to begin again.

One day more. That’s the gift of the sunrise.

It’s up to us to make it count.