The sky is pink and orange over the eastern horizon.
I lean against the window seat and watch it. There's a moment of stillness in the hectic pace of life. The color shifts and fades and grows again, almost alive.
A thousand heart-stirrings surge inside. Someday I will have to leave this place. And though I love it here, I hope I leave soon.
Not for another school. Not for a marriage or for another job. Someday soon, I hope to leave because I'm not allowed to be here longer. Because only a short time after that, I'll stand and watch another sun rise. Watch a day break in which I know there'll be no end.
Soon, He will come. And the sunrise won't compare.
Oh, may the Day break soon.
But in the meantime, may it break in my heart every morning, as I watch the sun rise.