The Ordinary Extraordinary...

Up early. Predawn. It is still black outside, the stars are twinkling, there is a thin line, a hint of pink, orange and gold on the horizon line.  Everything is sort of hushed. You can almost feel the trees, grasses, rocks, streets and sidewalks, straining to be silent and still, waiting for something extraordinary to happen. Funny. Something extraordinary does happen every morning, it is never ordinary in the least, and if you pay attention, it is always different, never the same way twice. You can get spoiled and jaded, but that's a flaw in your being. No reason not to fall down in pure wonder, joy and incomprehension. A sunrise. A new day. Unlike any other day. Really.