Nearly every day, I witness the sun rise over Lake Michigan on my way to work. Sometimes it is overcast or raining or snowing, but I know what is happening behind those clouds. As the seasons change, it rises closer to school than home. Sometimes, during that daylight savings switch for a couple of months, I actually get to work before it rises, but am able to watch it if I step outside of my classroom and walk about 40 feet to the street in front of school.
There’s something auspicious and centering, dependable and solid, beautiful and awesome about witnessing the sunrise each day. It reminds me I am part of something larger than myself.