When I was younger I would go to the airport with my friends and drive out 2 A.M., 3 A.M. In the morning and just hang out until sunrise watching planes fly in and fly out. Just sit there and dream about how, one day, that's going to be us in those flights. We're gonna be one of those people with places to go.

When the sun goes down, melting away his caresses into the sky which consonants with the ocean, lively colors are scattered through the deep pale depth during some short sensuous instants. Later, as by art of magic, light is consumed into the infinite horizon giving space to the poked voidness and its full-cristal-covered vastness. Then, to mystify the night, a marvelous and alluring sentinel rests next to us through the vivid night, just until the next prismatic fest arrives with its celebrating aperture.

There is no place like the beach... Where the land meets the sea and the sea meats the sky.

Sunrise - a time when all truths are still clean and enviable.

Write before the sun comes up.

My love, we can close our eyes but we cannot stop the sunrise.

Dawn and its excesses always reminded me of heaven, a place where I have always known I would not be comfortable.

Every sunrise gives you an opportunity to begin again.

Every now and then I sit and watch the sun rise to remind myself how it's done—peacefully, steadily, warmly, and in beautiful color.

From sunrise to sunset to sunrise, there is a lifetime of joy, sorrow and happiness.