The sweetest epiphany of all

There’s something absolutely ethereal about sunrises. In the most simple yet emotive explanation, it’s the rejoicing of a new day, birth to another dawn, bringing, engraved in itself, a new beginning, a potent chance to start over, maybe if only by a single step into the harsh realms of life, but still a step, only because of a shift in the colors of the majestic umbrella providing a perpetual cover to all of our heads: the sky. All the prettiest hues and tinges swirl all over the infinitely sublime canvas of sky, forming the perfect paint palette, fleeting yet overwhelming, as if all the most beautiful of colors have gathered to celebrate and rejoice the serenity of tiring yet impermanent nights and hopeful odds. The first yellow tint embodies the sky, like the first sign of hope, the first glaring indication to wake up, physically as well as spiritually. No matter what emotions are ruling over your thoughts that day or what anxieties and worries are keeping your mind captive, that first glance at the exquisiteness beholding the universe is simply enough to make you let it all go, even for just a second, like a deep breath in fresh air.

But it’s not just about hope really. It’s also the calmness and the absolute softness in the way it all transpires, fabricating a different view every second, keeping you relentlessly entrapped in its grip, like a beautiful distraction from all distresses, a pleasant retreat from all chaos, the sweetest epiphany of all.