When I woke up this morning I decided to go for an early-morning run. As I stepped out my front door I was greeted by the sight of a beautiful sunrise.
The pink-tinged clouds reminded me of passages of two of my favorite works by the Greek poet Homer:
Now when the child of morning, rosy-fingered Dawn, appeared, Nestor left his couch and took his seat on the benches of white and polished marble that stood in front of his house. [Odyssey]
And...
But when the sun set and darkness came on, they lay down to rest by the stern cables of the ship, and as soon as early rosy-fingered Dawn appeared, then they set sail for the wide camp of the Achaeans. [Iliad]
Have a wonderful day and a far-out new week!
