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Chasing Sunrises
Lost In The Algorithms: Daily Odyssey # 9
3:30 AM. That ungodly hour when the world is shrouded in a blanket of darkness, and even the moon seems to be on its last call. And here I am, rising to open the airport, a task as thankless as is necessary.
As I drive through the silent streets, the world feels like a ghost town where I’m the lone survivor. The emptiness is eerie yet strangely peaceful. It’s in these quiet hours that life’s complexities seem to untangle, giving way to simpler things.
Then comes the sunrise.
It’s like watching the world being painted alive, one stroke of light at a time. The sky shifts from sleepy darkness to a burst of oranges and pinks, a masterpiece that no Instagram filter can replicate. Moments like these remind me why getting up at this ungodly hour isn’t all bad.
Watching the sun peak over the valley, Andrea Gibson’s words echo in my mind: “Before I die, I want to be somebody’s favorite hiding place…” It gets me thinking about love — not just the romantic kind, but the love that’s woven into the fabric of our daily lives. The kind of love that’s found in the simple acts of showing up, being present, witnessing the sunrise, and knowing it’s a shared experience, even in solitude
