You must be kidding me. THAT’S where the sun rises?
Each morning as I climb up on my minivan and jockey through the neighborhood for school drop-offs, I look to the sky and I say the same thing..just ask my kids.
“I wish we could see that sunrise..see that pink (or red, or orange, or yellow, depends) sky? Oh, I betcha it’s gorgeous! Somewhere, there’s a view of a spectacular sunrise around here! Isn’t it beautiful, guys?! LOOK AT THAT SKY!!” “I SAID LOOK AT THE SKY!”
My poor teens are tired of this routine, I am fairly certain. My semi-comatose 15 year old, who has a sensitive soul, will at least humor me with a “nice”. Sweet kid.
But this morning was different. As I thundered towards the finish line to the middle school , galloping down the same side street that I have for 18 years….THERE IT WAS.
Jesus, Mary and Joseph.
Through the empty parking lot, behind the dumpsters of the neighborhood seafood restaurant.
MY SUN RISE.
I squealed in my son’s left ear, which I am sure is still ringing.
“Keep going Mom, we’re going to be late..you can go back..Mom..it’s the sun..it’s been here for millions of years..the earth revolves around it..”
With seconds to spare, I raced back to the dumpsters, after a record school drop off time..slowed down to fifteen, yelling “MOVE, MOVE, GO!” like the guy who pushes our Airborne troops out of the plane.
Sitting in the empty parking lot this morning, I photographed the sunrise with my cellphone. It’s not even a good picture, and I’m sure there will be more spectacular sunrises to come..but that’s not the point.
It was beautiful, and deeply moving..to me. All these years of yearning for the perfect view, lamenting and scheming to pull up stakes, and it was right in my backyard, behind the dumpsters..could there be a more fitting cliche?