Suburban Sunrise

I envy those that were able to enjoy this morning's sunrise to its full extent, the colors unbroken in all directions. Maybe an early morning runner caught it while cruising along the lakefront in downtown Chicago, a red ball rising out of the waters of Lake Michigan. Or a farmer checking on his herd, stopped to appreciate the vivid reds and yellows stretched out along the horizon.

But here in my neighborhood, the sunrise was broken by the rooftops of the houses surrounding mine, locking me in and keeping me apart from something so very beautiful. Typically, only when one is fully in nature, near large bodies of water or large tracts of land can the sunrise be found unbroken. It is almost like nature saves its best beauty for those that seek it out, beckoning you to come into the fold of nature, so that you can behold all of the wonders that it holds.