As a friend just posted on Facebook, “I’m thankful to God for daylight savings”. Frankly it’s a tradition that has outlived its purpose and it’s time to chuck it, but until that happens, this time of year gives me God’s paintbrush strokes all over the sky when I come into work.
No two sunrises are the same. Each one has its unique features.
Some are bold and striking. Others wear summer pastels. 
The cloud formations are different, too. Sometimes they come at me with furious energy and tones. Others are quieter and appear in a whisper.
The morning sky is like a fashion runway with the color statement for the day. I look forward to it.
What floors me is my fellow passengers on the train. Nobody looks out the window at the spectacle. They’re blind. They prefer their inner landscape curated by social media.
Calvin says, “Most people don’t look up or down. Me? I love sticking my nose into a burning bush of sunrise.” 
