When the sun rises over the Everglades it seems to explode out of the blackness of night. As it lifts above the soft sawgrass horizon birds burst out of rest and into the sky. Every winged creature seems to have someplace to go and they head off toward it.
In the water, turtles look for logs to crawl up onto to take in some of the sun’s heat. Gators do the same thing a little later on. First they float like nearly submerged logs and then they raise themselves up on their short legs and find a nice muddy bank to stretch out on.
Fish start working the surface of the water and snakes can be found on low hanging branches or undulating their way across the canals.
There is something about the coming of the light and the dying of the light that each of us responds to in an almost primal fashion. When the sun goes down we know it will come back but that makes it no less delightful when it does.
Every day is like the first day and when the sun comes up, life is waiting to begin anew.
Photo by guest blogger Sue Harrison, location Everglades, Florida