Growing up, our family tried to go and see the sunrise at least once a year (usually on Easter, which we celebrated with chocolate but not with religion).

It’s amazing that years can pass without actively seeing it rise, because most of the time it rises before you’re awake or while you’re at work, or while you’re doing those million other things which seem so important.

Hah. Obviously I put a lot of importance on the notion. I am very obvious. But, truth be told, I’m not sure the last time I actually last saw it.