I was never a morning person until recently. I made some changes to my daily routine that had me getting up earlier. It was pretty miserable at first, but like most things, you start to get used to it with time.

I always appreciated a good sunset. They’re beautiful and comforting. A final burst of color, like nature’s fireworks, celebrating all that happened that day before night comes and throws a blanket of darkness over the world.

I’ve started to welcome the sunrise as well. It’s gorgeous in it’s own way. Something about a good sunrise. It’s refreshing, it feels like a new beginning. The world’s way of wiping away the darkness and giving a clean slate to the day.