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I know to some people it is on the odd side of the world but I love waking up at 4 or 5 in the morning when the thick black of night starts to slowly thin out to gray. The tints are spectacular. The sparkle of the stars fades, and I wonder what God is thinking as I watch the gun streaked sky turn bashfully pastel gray. The biggest magic trick: watching the gray blanket turn clear blue with peach, pink and violets streaks. Even though I drive through downtown, I feel the world slow down, the air purify and a Mona Lisa smile on the face of the world. The cavemen understood and knew their existence every day when they woke up and wondered about their next meal or how to cure a tooth ache. How privileged can I be to feel alive just by witnessing the splendor of the morning? I don’t have to wonder where my next meal comes from, how my health is, and how I am going to survive. The sunrise reminds me of that every day and for that I truly have to be thankful. I wonder if God is letting us know how wonderful our life really is.