“6:21am,” my son told me the time the sun would rise in the morning. As much as I love sleeping in, there is something that calls me to join in the welcoming of a new day when I am at the ocean. I love watching in anticipation, waiting for the sun to pop out of the ocean. I love that moment, and the moments following, as the sun boldly ascends into the sky, changing everything around it. Even on a cloudy day there can be surprising beauty that appears at dawn. I am always reminded of the creation story of Narnia in C.S. Lewis’ Magician’s Nephew. I can almost hear the song being sung over all creation, and I cannot help but join in.
In the darkness something was happening at last. A voice had begun to sing…it seemed to come from all directions at once…Its lower notes were deep enough to be the voice of the earth herself. There were no words. There was hardly even a tune. But it was beyond comparison, the most beautiful noise he had ever heard. It was so beautiful Digory could hardly bear it.