I walked to the lake and to the fishing dock to see the sunrise.
By the time I arrived the sun was up but clouds were obscuring it. I decided to wait to see if it would eventually break through the clouds.
My watch said the time was 5:56 a.m. I decided to absorb the morning until 6:00, then would walk home.
I watched the sun in an epic battle with the clouds. It looked brighter, then darker. Rays of sunlight escaped and colored the entire sky, then were obscured again.
Puffy clouds floated close to me, occasionally lit from beneath by the rising pink light, other times dark with the remains of night.
Fish jumped. Seagulls dove. Ducks fluffed their feathers, and geese chased each other across the lake.
It was beautiful, peaceful and quiet. I filled my lungs with air and my heart with gratitude, then looked at my watch to see if it was yet 6:00.
It had just turned to 5:57.
I was in awe at all I had seen in one small, little minute.