This morning, after an abbreviated workout at the gym, in an attempt to beat the predicted rain, I was walking home along the bay. The sky was stormy-looking, but no rain was falling. The sun was still behind the clouds, and it looked to me like it would be a spectacular sunrise. So I sat on the rocks and waited.
This was the first shot I took with my phone.
And the second.
The sky was continually changing, the clouds moving slowly, as I waited for how I thought the sunrise would unfold.
The third shot. You can see that there is more light on the water and the sky is a bit brighter where the sun is coming up.
The fourth one. As you can also see, the clouds are getting thicker instead of dispersing, and all the hoped for color isn’t showing up. Really? Why isn’t the sunrise coming out like I expected it to? Where are the reds and oranges I felt certain would appear?
And finally, after 30 minutes of waiting, the last shot. It never did rain, nor did I get the sunrise I thought I would. Funny thing, though, in spite of it not coming out like I wanted, it still came out, and was still beautiful, if in a more subdued palette. The sun still got higher in the sky, the clouds came and went, and I continued on my way home. It reminded me of life and how we expect one thing and another shows up–neither necessarily better than the other. Just perfect in its own way. It was a good lesson for me. And tomorrow, and the next day, and the day after that, if I am up and outside, I will have another opportunity to experience another sunrise. It will never be exactly the same, just as every day is a little different, even if we are doing the same thing day-to-day. Each day is perfect in its own way. I have only to keep my mind and heart open.