Laurel and I left before the crack of dawn for a swim meet this morning.
As we came over the top of Murphy Hill, I caught my first glimpse of the eastern horizon.
“That’s going to be a beautiful sunrise,” I told her.
She started to laugh.
“Just you wait,” I said, assuming she was laughing at me gushing over another sunrise. “Some day 50 years from now, you’ll see a breath-taking sunrise, and you’ll think, Mom would have liked that.”
“What are you talking about?” she asked.
“You laughed,” I said.
“I thought you said, ‘That’s no surprise’,” she said, referring to the conversation we had been having before I was distracted by the crack of dawn breaking through the sky ahead of us.
We both laughed. I mis-hear a lot. This time is was someone else’s turn to hear incorrectly.
I handed Laurel my phone. “See if you can take a few pictures on the way,” I said.
And she did.
I know that beautiful sunrises are simply caused by light reflecting through particles in the atmosphere.
Still, it was a lovely way to start the day.
Every time we came around another curve or crested another hill, the view just got better.
It doesn’t happen often , but I’m so glad that some days are like that.