There is something so inherently beautiful about the sky to me. It’s open and endless, beautiful colors. It inspires a longing in me to be, well not actually outside, but less tied to the conventional work day. Even right now, I’m staring out at some of the most beautiful fluffy white clouds against a stark blue and sighing.
Of course, if it wasn’t for my job and trying to avoid the early morning rush, I would never get up early enough to see the sunrises. Then again, if it wasn’t for my running significantly late, I still wouldn’t get to see them.
So, if my job ever comes to me and asks why I can’t make it in on time, I will simply point them to my new series called “Sunrises at the End of the Road” or alternatively “Pictures I Can Only Take Because I’m Running Late”. Then they can agree that running late isn’t such a bad thing. Y’all will back up me, right?
