New day, new beginning. This morning I can see a line of trees out my window, and between the line of trees and the blue sky is a thick layer of white-yellow light. It is as if on the other side of the trees Apollo has laid his Helios orb on the ground as he once again prepares to put the sun in the sky for yet another day.

I am not sure what it is, but morning is often my favorite time of day. Not always. I admit, there are days when the alarm clock rings and there is nothing I want more in the world than to turn it off and go back to sleep. In the winter, my mornings are often dark, the days are short and so the sun still sleeps, which makes my body feel as if it, too, should be asleep. Other days the sun is up but hidden by dark clouds.

But not this morning. No, even as I write, the sun in all it’s glory is rising above the trees and beginning to shine over my piece of the earth. Somehow these mornings give me hope. Seeing that bright light rising gives me the feeling that something big is out there. That something large and wonderful is rising up from the horizon. The feeling that a new day means a renewed hope for unlimited possibilities. All the baggage of the past dissolves and leaves me at that moment. All I see is the luminous potential of what can be. All I see is a light that is rising and getting brighter.