I marveled at this morning's sunrise which I'd hoped would be so much more...but turned out to be much less.

Less colorful.

Less magical.

Less memorable than most.

And yet...and at the same time - what could have been less...was really so much more. One small slice of light - forecasting the day's weather. One even smaller slice - brightening up a sky that was monocolor. One last sighting of the morning's moon before it faded into nothing at all.

I wondered at the simplicity and the its truth. I wondered at the wonder that each and every day this sun rises without question or fail. I wondered about the hope and its possibility of always - beginning again. Anew.

In that moment - I couldn't imagine anything bigger or better. No thing more colorful...more magical...or more memorable than simply this.