The sky was perpetually grey when I was in Pennsylvania with the exception of this morning, when the clouds lined themselves up and the sun thought it was worth spotlighting.
As we drove to the airport on Friday morning, G and I were both amazed that there was still no sign of the sun (6:15 ish). Pleasantly surprised, after I dropped him off, I headed to work, parked, and walked to the beach with coffee and camera in hand to catch the sunrise (my second that week!). Coincidentally I ended up watching a bunch of planes taking off over the ocean (fun fact: during off-peak hours, planes from LAX are required to take off and land over the ocean, instead of over the land). And a bunch of insane triathletes and surfers.
There is something pretty incredible about seeing the day begin to come to life. It doesn’t really get old. I briefly got excited and thought that I should start every morning this way. Then I chuckled and reminded myself to not be so overambitious, and just enjoy the moment.
And I did.