This Is This

I left the house this morning at 6:40 beneath the most incredible sunrise. I walk up my road to the west, and this time of year, I always look over my shoulder because the sun’s coming up as I leave for work.

Well this morning it was heartbreaking how beautiful it was. It was an Oscars sunrise - the star that stole the show. I started thinking how great it was going to be watching it out the windscreen as I travelled east into London. There’s an elevated section of the M4 right that looks out over the flat land around Heathrow where you can see for miles, although these days the sun rises over Windsor Castle.

Either way, I was looking forward to getting a better view. Which is why I was gutted to find I had missed the bus. I caught the later one, by which time it had started raining and the sunrise was gone. I felt bad for a second, but realised it was only for myself. There would be other sunrises. There were people who had seen the one this morning. What was I so worried about?

Personal mishaps are the bummers. Forgetting your mobile phone at home, missing a call that you wanted to get, getting stuck in traffic and missing your connection, losing a plant to an unexpected frost, breaking the tip of your pencil when you have an idea.

Regretting a sunrise is just selfish. You didn’t think it was there just for you, did you? What were you going to do with it anyway?

There’s always tomorrow, and little by little it’s there at the same time for someone else waking up further west.

Windsor. Then Reading. Bath. Bristol.

Cardiff. Swansea.

Dublin. Galway.

Then up out of the ocean for no one in particular.

Good morning.

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