I sat, with my feet up, at 6:39 a.m., alone in my kitchen. With one light on and a crappy cup of coffee I leaned my chair back on two legs and could just see some pink coming over the mountains. I watched it the entire time. That halo of pink. It last for two minutes, and then gradually faded into the blue sky. And I felt like no one but God knew about it, either.
I think a lot of people miss the sunrise.
Sometimes it's better that way.