F3 Sunrise

     Dawn.
     Philosophers and scientists discuss its cosmic significance and place in the heavens.
     Poets and artists try and capture its beauty.
     Millions of people watch every morning as that first glimmer of light finally crests the horizon.
     I'm not usually one of those people
that can muster out of bed to see the sunrise, but I do love it. On rare occasions I do see the sun rise. For me it's not simply a matter of its beauty or place in the cosmos. I look at it for something else entirely.
     When dawn comes, the dark things of the world lose power. Things that embrace the darkness do not tolerate dawn's light. Most people look to see dawn spread its light over the world. I see the creatures of night and shadow recoil away from te light. They flee its very touch, trying to find the dark corners that will keep them hidden
     When dawn comes, I see the things that make people afraid become afraid themselves.
     On this morning, the light scattered, sending out rosy pink, orange and red fingers along the sky while the ceiling of clouds glowed with golden light. As the light hit me, the weight of the night lifted from my bowed shoulders. I took a deep, cleansing breath of dawn's light, a smile spreading across my face.
     Dawn is hope.