Each morning, I’m lucky to rise with the sun, flanked by the waiting noses of my two beloved pups, bumped by the impatience of the black cat who can never get enough petting and greeted with a meaaaaaa at the door, the absolute center of the door to the hall, right where I walk with no intention to move, by the fat grey tabby.
I take the dogs outside, usually before light, though a dull blue glow may shimmer in the east as I wait. The comfort of my new mattress is only a memory now. I love the morning, and rarely feel bothered by these seemingly mundane, repetitive chores.
Most days, the sun has already decided whether to join us, its rise has been an artful entrance and its morning brilliance is mostly upon us as I venture out to feed the horses and chickens. It’s still early. About 6:30 am.
It’s easy to notice the sunrise and sunset. The glorious hues of gold and orange spraying the sky in a Pantone of color, each one unique from the last, each pulling us in, asking us to reach out and touch what can’t be held.
What we might not take the time to notice is the glow it leaves in its wake. The way the sun dances off the edge of everything in this moment — off the fence, off the grass, off the garden, round the flowers.
What’s particularly stunning is how the sun trickles around the outline of my horses. Especially the chestnut horses, colored a bright red-brown, already aflame, and often thought to wear this personality, as well. Above and below a fire burns. Flames frolic across the mane, lighting individual hairs like matchsticks dancing.
Other times it’s more subtle, tracing the outline of a soft face, revealing a loving heart with soft eyes and inquisitive ears. Still the embrace of that sun on the frame of, especially the horse, is something to behold. I’m glad I didn’t miss it. That moment in the morning doesn’t last for long.
This year, the Chinese Lunar New Year marks the Year of the Fire Horse. If you are a horse lover, apropos to venture to your horse in the early morning hours to catch the flame throwing relationship the sun has with your beast. If horses aren’t your cup of tea, (and frankly, I can’t imagine that, even just to look at, they are so majestic) do notice the sun and the way it frames the individual pieces of your world.
What is the sun highlighting in your life — begging you to notice?
Please comment what you see!
Beautifully written in a beautiful message. Love the sunrise and sunset here on Hawthorne Road.