7:32

Still thinking of the sunrise I saw on the beach. By this time the clouds would be pinking and purpling, the "rosy-fingered dawn" expanding her reach. We are only minutes away, sunrise at 7:32 this morning and now it's 7:26. 

What I thought earlier in the month when I was observing the phenomenon in person was how anthropocentric we are: sunrise. Shouldn't it be earth turn or earth set? 

But we name things as we see them, and to us the sun does rise, although it may seem to flatten and split in the process. 

I'm seeing it again, the miraculousness of it all. It's 7:32. I'm pushing publish.