There is nothing better than observing the transformations brought with the rising sun. Sitting on the grass of an abandoned baseball field watching the living, breathing world emerge from darkness, i feel like an eyewitness to creation itself. These morning hours of stillness are the best hours of my day and help me to propel forward. I feel like i get to be reborn each time the rays of sun color the sky.
These morning hours only get better if i have the extra time to do some painting studies.
