It has almost never happened to me. I can honestly say I cannot remember the last time I saw it. Like any canine, I value my sleep (morning, noon and night) above most things. Needless to say, it is one of those things I just don’t see very frequently. Nor do I think I really will.
But today, thanks to the absolutely ridiculous insistence of my mom, dear baby Carter and I got to watch the magic. Today, for whatever reason she got in her head, my mom got Carter and I outside together at about 5:30 a.m. to see it. The sunrise. From the ground up, it’s a pretty beautiful thing as it turns out.
Sure, I can’t see color like most people, but that doesn’t really matter. It is still one of those things worth getting up for in the morning. Not that I would do it every day because I do particularly enjoy my sleep (no matter the time of day). But today was one of those special days you always carry with you on the normal days.
Because today started with a sense of joy I can’t ever duplicate. Mom was happy to see the beautiful sunrise with Carter and I. Carter seemed happy to be outside in the early morning. I loved the contagion that was joy in these things. In all the things.
So I know it doesn’t happen very frequently. And I can’t say I would purposely wake up earlier than usual to see it again. That is, unless this is the usual protocol at the sighting of a sunrise. A new day. A fresh start. Sometimes you don’t feel like paying attention to such things, but that’s no matter. Because sometimes you are forced to look up and enjoy the view. It is a beautiful one at that.