You awaken in the morning like the earth, slowly and simply, but yet unimaginably lovely. Who knows if the pathways through your mind were lit up through the night like the city streets, restless and unsleeping. Or maybe your mind slept like the starry night sky of the calm countryside, only to rise with the sun. But regardless of where your dreams may have taken you, whether soaring through the sky or tumbling towards the ground, every morning you will be as beautiful as the sunrise; the radiance of a waking world embodied in a single living being. And if I’m lucky, whether it’s 6am or 2pm, I’ll never miss a sunrise.