The Golden Hour

As I stare out over the town of sleeping people, I know what is truly meant by the coming of the morning sun. The men, women, and children are asleep and at peace for now. But what chance is there for peace in the minds of men throughout our daily lives? When the golden hour comes they will awaken and be born again into a world that they are all part of but many will never know. They will rush off to jobs and school, worry about bills and saving for a vacation down the line, and some may even fall in love. The dreams of their sleep will be forgotten and they will plan for their futures. But how many will stop to think about their day? How many will not figuratively, but literally stop to smell the flowers that they will rush past? To appreciate the gifts of life and love that are all around us? The way the morning dew refreshes the earth and the sun nourishes us with indifference to our trifles and struggles. Give me liberty, happiness, depression, and anger, but never give me apathy.