There is something spiritual and communal about sharing a sunrise with someone, even if (especially if?) nobody speaks. I found that I couldn’t wait to get to the beach in the morning, and I loved simply watching the light break over the horizon and knowing I was sharing that experience live with someone else who was craving a little light. One day I was struggling with motivation, frustrated with trivial things, but I went to the beach anyway. That was the day we saw the dolphin leap, twice, completely out of the water, lit by the rising sun. Showing up mattered. And the discipline of going out to find a good vista for sunrise daily gave structure to our days, which was so helpful in those early, chaotic, random and endless days.