The sun rose today as it does every morning, inching slowly above a jagged skyline, smearing it with dabs of orange and fiery streaks of red. We had no reason to doubt that it would. Nature, according to our understanding, operates like a fine-tuned clock. The rivers flow. The wind whispers.
Birds sing, fly and scurry about in their never-ending search for food.
This day, like all others, is sacred. From beginning to end, the forces of Mother Earth will govern the patterns and cycles that we have come to know and expect. Yet, we are oblivious. We learned, at some point, to ignore these reminders of life's beauty and promise. We take them for granted.