Dear Whistlebritches – Vol. 1

On Why the Sun Rises Every Morning This morning, I sat out on the porch with a cup of coffee, the dog snoozing at my feet, and just enough peace to feel like I might be getting away with something. The sun was rising slow over the hills like it had all the time in the world, and I figured, if that old sun can show up every single day without complaining, maybe we can too. See, the sun doesn’t get…