The sun rises at 7:02 AM.

My eyes scanned the dark room around me while I listened to the constant buzz of my ceiling fan.

The light between my blinds faded from a mute dark blue,

to a loud bright baby blue.

The in-between time is what was breathtaking.

Some one, somehow managed to use a gradient overlay on the sky.

Times like these make me wonder why we chose the time schedule that we did.

Why we sleep through one of the most beautiful moments of the day.

Night is one of the most intriguing parts of life.

To be asleep during such an enlightening time, when everything is so clear, is wasteful.

Beauty is missed.

Time escapes us.

The birds, I want to know how the birds feel.

To be awake when dawns light does not permit its beauty to be missed.

When she is too bright to be ignored.

I watched the sun awaken this morning.

I think I fell in love with life all over again; or rather, for the first time.

When the sun went down thoughts of endings and conclusions clutter the vacant space in my head.

Tonight, I powered through.

I found a peace within the night,

which most people fall asleep before finding.

Today I lingered past sister luna.

I witnessed the birth of another day.

I watched as young ad lucem danced through my window and across the walls of my room.

Watching the sky fade from a cool purple-y blue to warm yellow orange, I was inspired to take on every day like my own reincarnation.

Just like our Terra Mater.