Everyday is a changing piece of artwork

I love the way the sky is ever changing. Reminds me that we are alive. It never ceases to amaze me, the kind, friendly conversations and salutations that are exchanged first thing in the morning at the waters edge. How ironic is it that the people I have been seeing over the past 20+ some years are for the most part the same people I still see in the early am? I thought about that and at first was wishing that everyone would get up early and get their day started like I did. Then I thought it is a choice we all have to make, sleep in or experience life's amazing sights? Hint...(you can always take a power nap after lunch)