Today is the best day of the year. Not the best holiday but the best ordinary day. It’s a day where anything is possible, whether you decide to live it to its full potential or not.
Outside of the United States, there are countless traditions people observe and practice for this first day of summer. There are Maypole dances, naked runs, and other festivities varying from country to country. The most simple tradition of them all, the one I don’t understand why people stopped practicing, is watching the sunrise on the day of the most daylight in a calendar year.
Barely anyone watches the sunrise on the solstice, let alone any other day of the week. Rather than rubbing their eyes awake at 5 a.m. to sit outside and think about everything the light touches, people have decided to only fill themselves up with sunsets or, unfortunately, no sun at all. That’s like going to eat thanksgiving dinner but only eating pecan pie. Yes, sunsets are important to soak in, but after a while I wonder if people get tired of filling themselves up with the same thing. I speak from experience because after eating ramen two days in a row, I that my digestive system is in dire need of a change in culinary scenery.
For those of you night owls that refuse to give up your sleep, I want you to know that you are sincerely missing out. As you all know, sunsets are a work of art. However, sunrises are of a different matter; they are works of seduction.
I hardly know the first thing about seducing a person, but that doesn’t mean I don’t know what it is. It’s the art of knowing what someone really wants and giving it to them in a way that takes their breath away. That’s a sunrise.
When the sun sets, there is such a rapid change in color and lighting that if you blink once or twice you might miss the whole thing. Sunrises, on the other hand, are a commitment, not just to wake up early, but to stay the entire way through. People know what they want: the big finale where they can finally see the sun in the sky. Yet, they have to play the game that God an the universe have created, the long game.
It’s an easy game to play, I promise. It’s a spectator sport that has captured the world by storm for years and years, somewhat like baseball. First base is when the sky goes from black to blue. Second base is watching the stars fade back into the depths of space. Third base is when the sky gives off a hint of yellow light at the horizon, and we all know what home base is. If you haven’t seen the world’s greatest pastime played before your very eyes, I suggest you buy a ticket soon because one day you’ll run out of pocket change from wasting your money on foolish things.