I haven’t been sleeping very well.
The burning sun rays that split the darkness of the room around 4am have been pretty invasive.
And so have my thoughts.
I was on vacation last week in a place geographically south of here.
The sun rose around 7am.
I would wake up around 6:30am, sit on the balcony and watch the morning rise over the Atlantic ocean.
That was probably my most favorite part of our vacation:
absorbing the sleepy silence of the morning,
noting the tender tinkering of silverware being set up for breakfast below us,
the gentle rolling and breaking of slumbersome waves along the cliffs,
and the sporadic trill and chirps of morning songs from sea birds.
It was sensory bliss.
Waking like that reminded me of home.
I would wake up around 6:30am for a 7am sunrise.
Instead of a balcony, I would sit on our back porch and watch the morning rise over a tree-lined yard instead of a tranquil ocean.
Trill and chirps of sea birds replaced by bird song from robins, blue jays and sparrows.
Earth is the most beautiful thing about Earth.
I wish the human species had it hardwired in the brain to appreciate, respect and care for the planet it is so lucky to live on and experience firsthand rather than from a telescope.