One sunrise is much like another. Searing orange, deep purple, the mountain starkly etched against them. Streaks of pink and yellow reaching across the sky. There is only so much I can say about them; only so many praises I can sing before I repeat myself.
And yet I never tire of them. The splendor fades with the morning, but is reborn each day, the same and yet new, freshly beautiful, breathtaking and inspiring.