Dawn is breaking

When we first moved to Germany, I was ten years old, and, as an Army brat, used to moving.  What I wasn't used to was living somewhere where my grandmother wasn't just a weekend visit away...she was a whole ocean away!  I thought I would die of homesickness - in this case, home meant my grandparents.
The first little town I lived in...

That's me in the apron and white hat...the town held a parade and invited some of the Americans living on their economy to participate.  My brother is holding one of the flags, my mom is the Indian, and my dad is the cowboy.
We were quite geeky.  Maybe we still are...

Barriers

I don't have much to say, today...
I saw a most beautiful sunset this evening.  I see sunsets a lot more now, than I used to, since I go to the Y in the evening, and they have big picture windows.  The sunset seemed to last forever, it was orange and pink and purple until the sky finally faded to blue.
But I never get to see sunrises anymore.  I lived in a little town in Germany for a while, based on a hill, and our townhouse was at the very top.  I was treated every morning to a sunrise, looking out over the valley.  I was so sad when we moved away.
I didn't see any more sunrises after that until I started working nights out at the airport.  I would get off at dawn, walking to my car through a huge empty parking lot, and see the most incredible sunrises every day. 
I miss that.
I'm feeling sad, out of it, and so tired.  I think I had too little sleep and too much time to think today, or something, and despair visited tonight.  But for a little while, watching the sun set, I felt so happy and thankful to be alive in a world where such beauty is to be found.  I think watching the sun rise and set every single day would be good for us.
There's always beauty, somewhere...