November 1

I woke early this morning and went to write as I watch the sun rise over the mountains. It is the start of a new day, a new month. I am grateful yet again for time.

I've seen more sunrises in recent weeks, usually from my office or living room. I had already known intellectually about the tilt of the earth, its rotation through the day and revolution through the year. It's different, though, to wake each morning and experience the sun having meandered further down the mountain range, another reminder of both change and consistency.

Looking back, I'd planned to post daily for a month, then didn't. There is still merit to the idea; I'll try again, symbolic of and grateful for fresh starts.