Mornings

Some of the things I love best about autumn are the mornings. In summer the sunrise happens so early that even rising at 6 each morning means you’re far behind the shy unfurling of light. In autumn, however, you see the light, you breathe slowly and accept the grace of the moment as once again darkness turns to pale pearl and then sharp yellow. By winter’s depths we are waiting, waiting for the sun; here in autumn the sun is a companion.

Here’s to mornings with sun, with leaves, with chill rain that makes you grateful to pull out a blanket, with boots pulled out of storage, with dew sparkling, with sunrise kissing everything to the west.

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Sunrise :: Looking West

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