What It Means To Miss A Sunrise

Deep calls to deep as the leviathan moves with the first escape of darkness from above. At the sea's edge is a cliff. And a goat navigates its steep, narrow passages. Above him circles a hawk. While gliding, the bird surveys the mysteries of the water, the expanding orange horizon, and the endless display of green spreading inland. On land, all creation breathes the first warmth from the sun. The trees shelter the smaller creatures and bend to the prevailing wind from the sea. She has arrived precisely on time; she comes carrying molecules from the sea. And as the sky bleeds from orange to blue, the earth stands in awe of yet another divinely orchestrated sunrise.

Meanwhile, I sit perched high above and miles away inside a plane. I will soon wake up to witness the same sun rise. But I won't appreciate it as a gift. Because all I will want is for the cute flight attendant to look my way and make me feel important.