The Sun Will Rise Again

I'm a sunrise girly and I don't care who knows it

Every morning, I take a slightly out-of-the-way route to work—a small detour that adds a few extra minutes to my commute but infinitely more value to my day. Instead of the quickest, most efficient path, I choose the scenic one, tracing the edge of the lakeshore where the water mirrors the sky. The gentle lap of waves and the shifting colors of the horizon create a moment of calm before the rush of my day as a partner, parent, friend, student, and professional begins.

The sunrise never fails to remind me of the beauty in life, a quiet reassurance that no matter what yesterday held, today begins anew. Some mornings, the sky is painted in soft pastels, delicate streaks of pink and gold stretching across the water. On other days, the colors are bold and dramatic, fiery oranges and deep purples that demand attention. I usually find myself pulling over, rolling down the window to breathe in the crisp air, and snapping a photo—trying, in vain, to capture a feeling rather than just an image.

What I love most is how the rising and setting sun represents both a continuum and a fresh start. There’s comfort in the certainty that the sun will always rise, yet each day it presents us with a unique fresh start. This paradox reminds me to embrace routine and renewal, to find joy in the predictable while remaining open to the unexpected. It reminds me that despite darkness filling the world and our souls, there is still so much beauty. No matter what happens, the sun will always rise again, bringing a new day and a fresh start.