So I’m writing this at 06:10 in the morning on the what to work on a train where I’m the only one in the carriage (at least so far).
What amazes me is still how beautiful the world is, despite all the doom and gloom.
Admittedly I am in a built up area but whag doesn’t change is the fact that watching the sun slowly ride is such a simple, but beautiful and amazing thing.
It’s also such an apt description and viewing of the way and world we currently find ourselves in- I’ve often said to people at work lately that’s it’s the darkest just before the sun rises, but concurrently when the sun then rises it’s such an awesome inspiring and amazing picture.
The transition from dark to light (or should that be lite?) is breath taking- I’ve seen it in places such as London, Athens, various peers of Greece and also Scotland but the transition is still such a beautiful thing if you can enjoy it.
Picture this- it’s been a mostly cold evening, the darkness still containing the hint of cold and possible a hint of dew hiding from you, when very and sometimes painfully slowly, the dark starts to fade.
In its place is the opening hues of that burnt orange- not as orange as a fizzy drink, but the soft and romantic orange they signals the beginning of a new day no matter where in the world you are.
And as the orange hues start to fade and transition into the blue of a (hopefully) magnificent day, that’s when you realise that today WILL be a magnificent day- no matter the pandemic and your own problems and issues- because when you’ve taken the time out to enjoy the transition from night to day you realise it’s all about transitions- transitions to happiness, joy and beauty.
