I've
always been a morning person.
Watching
the sun rise on a new day is deeply satisfying.
To
do it 'out there', in a frozen field of a meadow full of flowers is
even more satisfying.
Now
most would disagree but that's OK I like the wild places to be empty.
Around
here, within a half hour drive, we have so many choices for an early
morning walk.
“Blessed”
is the word I guess.
Yesterday
was one such morning, Fletchers Creek was the location. 20 min from
home and a bit of a walk as the sky lightened we found a spot and
watched the sun crest the distant tree's painting the sky with an
ever changing palette.
In
about 5 minutes it was all over but what a five minutes !
“I’ll
tell you how the Sun rose—
A Ribbon at a time....”
~Emily Dickinson, c.1860
A Ribbon at a time....”
~Emily Dickinson, c.1860
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