I'm so rarely up to see the sunrise. It comes awfully early which is a shame because it is a thing of beauty. Some mornings, it announces itself with fanfare as if to say "Look at me world! I'm here and I am bringing you life". Other days, it creeps quietly over the hills, through the trees, and brushes you gently, comforting.
I am fortunate enough that Becca is up everyday to greet the sun. Even more fortunate when she takes pictures like this: