Every Time the Sun Comes Up

A balloon floats serenely past the sun during sunrise over Cappadocia.

It is here with just the sounds of the hot air balloon that true peace could be found.

It is in the creak of the basket as it hangs suspended in the air; the occasional 'whoosh' as the burner ignites into the space above, heating the air and keeping us afloat; the faintest whisper of a breeze gliding softly by; the murmurs of joy and delight as the passengers witness the sun coming up over this incredible landscape.

Here we were at our highest point, and towards the east a fellow balloon floated serenely by. It was soon to eclipse the sun, but before it could, I took this photo. The diffuse morning light bathed the distant plains and sky in this incredible golden glow, while below shadow still shrouded the land below.

There was a peace found here, but it is not only here where it can be found, watching the sun rise over foreign lands whilst hovering in cool morning air.

No, it is found every time the sun comes up at the start of a brand new day. Or the feel of dewy grass on your bare feet. Of sand between your toes. Of being fully immersed in the ocean on a hot summers day. In a good book. Or the warming roar of a fire on a cold night. The smell of wildflowers wafting on the breeze.

Peace can be found anywhere.

You just have to be mindful.

The details for this image are:

• Nikon D750 with Tamron 24-70mm f/2.8 G2

• 1/2500s

• f/5.6

• ISO1250