Some mornings are better than others. When I leave home for work in the Winter, I am usually fortunate enough to catch the sunrise in full flow. If I am really fortunate, I step outside my front door and am immediately indulged into an otherworldly pink hue blanketing the street, building and cars, prompting an immediate glance upwards towards the sky. At this point I am left consistently speechless at the raw display of beauty above me, and I slow down my actions to take a moment to be present.