If I could only see

that familiar sunrise through sleepy eyes

how happy I'd be. - Roy Orbison (1963)

Every day, we awaken to the sunrise—proof, we argue, of some underlying order in the universe, proof that life wants to be lived. Every day a renewal, every day an opportunity to begin again. Dawn arrives, so familiar and yet always miraculous, a cosmic hearth inviting us to warm ourselves. Someday, when we leave our solar system, will we feel like a young person leaving home for the first time? Will we learn a whole new level of yearning as we leave that familiar, dependable wellspring of energy and light, our Primary, our Sun, the source of life itself?

This post is part of Music 100, a love letter to songs. 100 words on 100 songs in 100 days, running from Groundhog Day to May 31, 2025.

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