Had to stop and snap the sunrise.
Thankfully the sun rises (or the UK turns in view of the sun) each morning. It also sets equally regular.
Here in the UK, energy is given and time to rest is given. The weather and clouds might confuse matters at time but it’s still there.
It was once written:
There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens:
a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace...
Hummm….
Jules P Richards 