To respond to the Daily Post’s prompt: How often do you get to (or have to) be awake for sunrise? Tell us about what happened the last time you were up so early (or late…).
I was a teacher in a district where elementary kids were standing at bus stops in the dark during the winter months. I had the bittersweet pleasure of watching the sun rise next to the school roof. Sometimes, as the sky was transformed into glowing colors, my heart was also transformed. My grouchiness about rising so very early was exchanged for gratitude: I get to see the dawning of a new day! I get to see lives changed! I get to spend my days doing what I love! Other days, I clung to my whining complaints and only shed them when I saw the kids walking or running into school, their faces as bright and beautiful as the dawn.