I currently live in a high-rise in a major city. I’ve never thought I would live in a high-rise. It was never on my agenda.

I have an incredible view of both the north and the east from my bedroom and living rooms.

When I sit on my balcony or look out my windows I see how the world moves on and on and on.

In between the buildings I have a really incredible view of the sunrise.

I try to get up super early so I can watch the sunrise. My intent is to sit and just watch it, which is sometimes hard to do.

Sometimes I can barely see it because the sun is so bright, other times I get busy and before I know it it the the sun is out. It’s such a simple thing to watch the sunrise, something I am very grateful.

But I am like many other people in the world. I start my morning in a casual way rather than enjoy the beauty of the morning.

It is not the hard to do. All I need to do is to sit and enjoy the sunrise, in a very thoughtful way, but I get involved in my daily tasks and I will miss one of the most beautiful happenings of the day.

I’m grateful that the sun takes time each to rise in the morning.

This morning I missed the sunrise. I was awake but started to work on my computer. Because it had been snowing, the skies were very grey; I didn’t see the sun.

But looking out my windows today I enjoyed looking at the different buildings and watching the steam rise from the tops pf the buildings.

I felt joy looking at the magic from whatever equipment is used to produce the work that creates the steam heat in each of these buildings. Often the steam is hidden to most city dwellers. But for those of us who see it, who live in such buildings, we are reminded we will be warm for the day and night and not to take our hear for granted – we are reminded to be grateful and thankful for the heat, that keeps us safe and warm.

Watching the steam rise at night time is fascinating and magical. Tonight I watched the steam flow past buildings that have colored florescent lighting and then the steam shined in hues of blues and red and purple making the steam very beautiful.

Living in the clouds by living in a high rise looking at the sky provides a different celestial view than living on a farm like I did growing up, looking at the sky.

In the morning I can almost tell time by the morning sky. Upon occasion, like yesterday, I saw a small crescent moon at the same time I saw the sun rise.

I know a little about astronomy but not enough to understand why a can see a moon crescent while watching the sun rise.

If I knew more astronomy, the sky might be better explained to me, but I like the magic I see and I would rather be awed than to know.