At 5 a.m. the birds are a chorus. The day begins in a riotous explosion of song. What an amazing sound! It is impossible for me to ignore this. I used to ignore it or sleep through it. Not now. Attending the sunrise, my heart rejoices with the birds. Our frantic world of human endeavor too often ignores the festival of sunrise, too intent on ambitions and imaginings that distort what is real and what matters. Today, I am present and I see, and I am glad. They are singing my soul’s song.