I watched the sun rise yesterday. It happens around 7 am these days.
For a short while, it was a neon scar in the cloud bank above the Wikwemikong penninsuala.
I was reminded of
the novel I read last month where the author talked about the sunset and compared it to a human life.
"relative to the history of our planet,
an individual life is so short,
a blink of an eye -
so gorgeous, even from the day you're born to the day you die,
be gorgeous only briefly....
the sun sinking in a few crushed minutes,
it changes the way things are seen, including ourselves -
sunset, like survival,
exists only on the verge of its own disappearing.
To be gorgeous, you must first be seen..." Ocean Vuong
A sunrise is also briefly gorgeous, but more hopefuly so than a sunset.
A sunrise promises an entire day ahead.
Later that day, I started a new stitch project.
Clear and simple. Black and white.
and this morning, I continue.
