I couldn't tell where the colour changed between the horizon and the top of the sky. It was definitely red at the horizon and blue way up in the sky. Other than that it seemed to be one uniform colour but really it was a brilliantly seamless gradient of colour with no apparent stops and starts. There was something universally comforting about the uniformity of the sky this morning. Perhaps it was the predictability that I spoke of the other day. Or more specifically, the lack of chaos.
Why do we crave the absence of chaos? Is it for peace and quiet? The reality is that the most beautiful sunrises I have ever seen have been the ones with the most chaos, the most uncertainty and the most variety. These things give us the spice of life. They make it interesting. Yet we continually push them away as if they were to blame for the uneasiness that we feel inside. Perhaps it's time to start looking inside to clear away the uneasiness instead of requiring the circumstances to change for that happen.
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