Cole and Taido both got up with me to watch the sunrise last Saturday.
Bundled into all my layers, a tumbler full of coffee in one hand and my camera in the other, I hopped in the car and rode in the dark silence down to the beach.
Bracing for the cold, we walked right down to the shoreline.
Gusts of wind cut through all the shirts I had piled on and even my jacket. I pulled my scarf up over my face.
We walked on the beach while waiting for the light, hoping that if we kept moving we would warm up.
The clouds that had formed on the sea looked like a distant city, and soon the edges were set aflame with light.
I stopped to watch.
Here it comes.
In this moment I am aghast that God sees fit to bring this light each day.
Cole on one side and Taido on the other, both quiet while I hum a familiar hymn.
Streaks of sun come across the waves and light up the stoic faces of these men I love, and I behold them with wonder.
What lavish generosity it is that the clouds are turning pink!
And on this morning, of all mornings, the one on which I decided to get up and see it.
And soon we can see that there will be blue skies over Aberdeen on this Saturday.
A magnificent start to an ordinary day.
I left the beach with my heart full and my soul singing, and I carried the embers of that feeling with me all weekend.
Wisps of pink cloud instead of cobwebs in my brain make me wonder if I should make watching the sunrise a new Saturday tradition.
Are you Chasing Daylight in 2015? Have you caught a sunrise this month? Do tell me about it in the comments. Or show me your sunrise on Instagram with the hashtag #ChasingDaylight.