I am not generally one for witnessing sunrises; I’m usually clinging to sleep at that hour of the day.  But every now and then I wish I saw more of them, because they are so very magical, so peachy and soft and, forgive me, fresh. 

Last summer, my husband got up early one morning we were out on Cape Cod, rode his bike to the ocean, and snapped some stunning photos of a perfect seaside sunrise.  This morning, I’m looking back at them, dreaming of our soon-to-come vacation, and thinking about how peaceful and beautiful the beginning of the day can be. 

Let’s work on making “peaceful and beautiful” a constant throughout today.  Do we have a deal?