When I think of all my “favorite things” in life, I realize there are many.
I love mid afternoon coffee and a little bit of chocolate.
Snuggly babies dressed in cozy fall outfits.
Fresh flowers, thrown into a beautiful bright bouquet.
Handwritten notes from friends. and handwriting notes to friends.
Learning about people- who they are, what they love, their hearts.
As you get to know me this month, you will catch even more of the things I hold nearest and dearest…the list just keeps going…
But today I was, again, struck by one forever love of mine- the sunrise.
When I still lived at my parents home I would wake up early in the morning to take long runs on country backroads. I loved the rest I felt in these moments; running amidst fields and trees, down the stony orchard lane, chasing the sun as it rose bold and beautiful each day.
When I moved into the city I felt this great loss. Suddenly that rest I found at daybreak was replaced with tall buildings and dodging trash cans. The air didn’t feel so fresh, and I told Brent “the city makes me hate to run.”
Slowly but surely I have trained myself in the ways of city running. Go where the green lights take you, watch your step on uneven sidewalks, and don’t breathe for 10 seconds when the trash truck blows past you (not sure that one is good for my lungs…). Beyond the practicals, I have found it a joy to search for a spot of sunrise in the city. There are certain locations where I know I’ll catch it, and I love to begin my runs so that I end heading into the sweet glow of morning. I see glimpses over the Lime Street cemetery, down the wide expanse of Walnut Street, when I branch out and run down Broad Street and by the river.
Even when the fiery streaked sky is peeking through buildings it brings hope to my heart and a fresh perspective to my day. The sweet encouragement of morning sun has, by no means, been lost in the city. It just takes my perspective shift, and stretches me to seek beauty in the unassuming.