Sunrises seem so symbolic and hopeful to me at this stage in my life. I think I actually like sunrises more than sunsets now. (!?)
I'm surprised to even find that out from my fingers as they typed it. When I was a teenager, I yearned for sunsets, I worked tirelessly to recruit a band of my peers to get to the pier or the sand dunes every night so that we could to watch the beautiful sunsets over Lake Michigan.
Was it because I lived near Lake Michigan? Or was it about the pace of life? (being a night person when young, a morning person when older) Or is it more about treasuring what is eluding your grasp?
(endings versus beginnings....)