Chasing First Light

As a morning person, I’m usually chasing first light, not the last. Sunrises feel like home to me — quiet, expectant, full of promise.

But the other evening, I chose something different. Instead of turning in early, I walked out onto a pier along the bay and waited for the sun to say goodnight.

The sky softened, the water held ribbons of gold and rose, and I was reminded that beauty isn’t reserved for the hours we’re most comfortable in.

Sometimes it’s found when we gently step outside our routine. The sunset felt like a whispered invitation — to slow down, to look up, and to remember that even endings can glow with breathtaking light.

Chasing First Light

Have a great weekend.