Orange intensity. Instead of signaling the winding down of the day – a time of relaxation I used to relish – I have a new appreciation for its start.
The beginning of another round of myriad possibilities, wonders to be seen, anguish to be minimized. Another chapter in my own saga, waiting to be written. Another chance to get it right.
Perhaps it takes the pressure of having less time left in my life
To make the sun’s rise more important than its setting.