A new day unfolds as dawn’s colors seep into the fading night sky.
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I awoke today to see the silhouette of Rainier surrounded by glowing orange and pink sky; grateful for a new dawn.
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Dawn is the consistent promise of another day, welcomed with chirping of the song sparrows, chickadees and finches whatever the weather, sunny or dismal, hot or cold; another day has begun.
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Each morning nudges me into starting afresh, giving me the choice if I want to embrace or hide from the new day dawning. I only have one life.
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Today is over; colors fade seamlessly into the darkening dusk but will reappear at dawn in hues of soft pink or mauve, painting a new morning that waits to unfold.
It's probably why it's easier to feel hopeful and excited in the mornings. It's also why it helps to think about the new day starting at the end of a particularly difficult one. Beautifully expressed, Thalia!
