No words could ever
perfectly describe a sunrise.
If, by some mysterious magic
it is managed, however, then
certainly no words may encompass the infinite
feeling which accompanies it when one is surrounded by
their friends who all feel just as awe-struck as you.
No words can encompass the feeling
of staying up all night to be rewarded with
this magical pocket of nature that few experience.
It makes you feel so gifted, so alive,
to have experienced
something of that magnitude;
an awakening of something great,
a breath of crisp dawn air,
a new beginning: hope.
Hope is borne from the brave stars kissing
the sky awake, and smoothly,
subtly, rising up and vanishing.
Hope is there when the first birds are lonely and cold
but call into the dark morning anyway,
so multiple songs are strewn from the trees
and thrown from the power lines.
Hope is the tip of the sun as it lights up one
small part of the cloud, giving it a golden tint
and refracts the rays through the dewy grass.
It doesn’t matter how tired you are,
when the golden light streams down
across your lap while you’re drinking stealthily-made tea,
and catches the multi-coloured flecks
in your friend’s eyes and hair, you are alive.
You are listening to Mother Nature
herself now, and she’s putting
on a show to keep you enthralled.
They say that you have the most honest
conversations at 4am. I wholeheartedly agree (unless you are asleep -
in which case the quote may need to be altered slightly).
And at 7:10pm, 23/12/12, this is my reason why.
At that time of the morning,
in summer, at least,
the sun is just about to rise - and everybody knows that.
They’ve probably been waiting for it.
When the light does come up, though,
it’s the most breath-takingly simple thing.
They also say it’s the small things in life
which are the most beautiful.
This is one of those moments.
So while it’s simply amazing,
the conversations are the simple, deep ones.
Such as, ‘What’s your greatest fear?’.
You could answer something corny,
or ‘I don’t know’ to avoid discussing it. But to me,
I had to answer honestly because of the light and
the way that in that moment, it felt infinite (Chbosky, S.: 1992 Perks of Being a Wallflower).
It was like Mother Nature’s way of saying to me,
‘If you don’t answer honestly in front of these girls, Leah,
this sunrise spectacle will be lost, and you’ll be
left sitting there regretting not telling anybody your fears
and wondering why nobody can help you
the way you want, or need, to be helped.’
So I told them.
That’s something else to remember.
Don’t be afraid to vent once in a while.
But courage comes from within.
Everybody has courage, in varying amounts
tucked away in them somewhere.
I must use as much of mine as I can find.