It was Times Square in my apartment this morning. A small moment of grand celebration.
I got up early, and checked the weather on weather.com, as I often do.
But this time, in scrolling down the site, casting desperately about for a hint, a hope, of one more snowfall before the advent of spring, I saw the following:
“Minutes to sunrise: 45”
Who knew? Every morning, evidently, early risers get to participate in a virtual countdown to the dawn of a new day.
Not just when we are at the beach; or on vacation; or joining Dick Clark and a few million others once a year at midnight.
I checked the site again just to be sure.
Yup: “Minutes to sunrise: 43.”
The clock was ticking, waiting, anticipating, counting the minutes til the moment of grandeur this earth has witnessed billions of times, yet can never take for granted.
Something to celebrate. Every morning. Right in our own homes.
How cool was this?