Here comes another rough and ragged sunrise; shirt open, golden belly hanging out. One too many hangovers and toothaches. One too many lost loves, flat tires, and severe cases of heartburn. Blistered feet, dead tired from having trudged across the sky one too many lifetimes. Still, the sun never complains. Never leaves us in a lurch. Winter, spring, summer, fall, it’s always on time. It holds us, heals us. Offers us our daily dose of honeyed light.