22nd December 2018
I ended my day with the sunrise.
I can hear the rubber slippers slapping from the veranda, sharp plastic metronome keeping time with the dawn. It was Mr. Menace ambling in his habitual slouch on the sidewalk, right through the smoke that blew from the garbage heap not twenty feet from the wharf.
5:55 AM on a Sunday in December. Kids are out on their bikes chattering as they swoop in and out while traffic steadily builds to a trickle, at six or seven it’ll be a stream. But for now, birdcall still dominates sharp and ferocious.
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This morning I hadn’t much sleep, but unlike most this was with good reason. My grandma wasn’t feeling well and I got up to test her sugar and pressure a couple times. She took her pills. I worry about her. I followed her to the washroom least she falls and hit herself again. She insisted on going with my father to the city, ordering my mother and I not to tell him anything. I usually do tell him, but I suspect if I did today she’d end up getting mad at me and stressing her tired heart even more. I love my grandma dearly.
I’m always told that I’m her favourite, and I always smile because I could see that I was. For the most part of my eighteen years I slept by her side and as each year sprints away I wonder how much longer do we have with her. Well, her and my granda. I wouldn’t handle it well at all should something happen to them, and I hate to say this to sound biased, especially her. That woman is the most hard working person, next to my dad, who I had the honor to know, I would cry if I were to recount what the both of them have been through. My parents will be around for a while yet but I hope to God that I get to squeeze as much time with them.
I set my phone to wake her up a 2:30 AM. I got up again at five, opened my favourite window and cloud gazed. Mornings are for … I forgot this already, let me try … Mornings are for positive thoughts and good energy. Think about it; they aren’t there just to look pretty (if the weather feels fine), it has a purpose and if you look hard enough and far enough you’ll see it.
The dawn of a new day
I know that sunrises have become cliche but that fact doesn’t erode the message they hold. We all know life isn’t a walk in the park, all candy and dandy. Sometimes it’s like running through dark, ugly, rough narrow allies that never seem to end, sucking whatever hope we have, but despite our hardships and tears the world doesn’t stop spinning. The darkness that we feel gathering up inside is chased away by the bright reassuring morning light of the golden sun, the world is bathed in rays of hope. After darkness always comes light.
To me, sunrises are daily reminders that no matter how bad things might be, morning always comes and along with the dawn of a new day comes new possibilities, new ways to overcome our problems. Renewed hope that things will get better so don’t throw in the towel get back up and when life throws another curve ball, you give your best shot and hit with all you’ve got, take charge. It’s okay to hope, because when you do, anything is possible. Hope itself is very powerful, with it we can work to achieve anything we want.
I didn’t have a good vantage point when I took this picture that morning, but a sunrise is a sunrise no matter from what angle you look at it, no? I do hope you all have a good week ahead 🙂