There is nothing, and I mean nothing, that can recharge my battery like (getting up in time to admire) the sunrise on the farm.
It comes up just over the town's church steeple, turning the huge, mostly cloudless, backdrop - that is the sky - shades of pink as it rises. Dozens of roosters raise their voices in unison - in a type of morning-greeting ritual, while the geese amble about in search of the early worms out in the horse paddocks. They quack loudly at rabbits circling them in a game of tag, perhaps to say "Goede Morge". In the background, horses swish their tails with ambivalence, savoring the cool morning air whilst grazing on moist, dew-covered grass.
The world seems so marvelous and utterly uncomplicated at this time of day.