Watching the sunrise out of the Caribbean Sea is something that anyone on Earth can do—and should! People often spend up to $100k to climb Everest, which nowadays is basically the world’s highest toilet. You need to be fit, and you need to tolerate long lines for your momentary visit to the peak.
There is no way to aptly describe what I have witnessed in over 1,000 sunrises, but I can tell you what I felt and thought. The beauty is like the aroma of your favorite meal: it tantalizes and assures you that you are experiencing something special.
The intricate and endless colors, constantly changing, create a passageway to a place you believe is there—a tropical paradise so perfect it envelops you or takes you in its arms to assure you everything is going to be okay.
What you see is rare, but what you feel is profound. And it happens every day. You can be 4 years old or 105; you can be rich or poor. It doesn’t matter. I have watched birds stare at a sunrise from a perch, and I have seen dogs stop in their tracks to watch a Caribbean sunrise.
It is impossible to think negatively in the moment. It is a celebration of being alive and understanding your insignificant place in the cosmos. It is the Religion of Paradise.
