When I look at a splendid sunrise and savor the ambiance of the scene, I am instantly drawn to this piece of poetry by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle,”How sweet the morning air is!
See how that one little cloud floats like a pink feather from some gigantic flamingo. Now the red rim of the sun pushes itself over the London cloud-bank.
It shines on a good many folks, but on none, I dare bet, who are on a stranger errand than you and I. How small we feel with our petty ambitions and strivings in the presence of the great elemental forces of Nature!”
Do sunrises stir up creativity in you?