The rays of pink penetrating the dawn sky took away my breath. I took a picture, knowing they would last but a few moments.
For some reason, two-thirds of the way through summer, the sun, clouds, and sky collaborate to create living works of art.
Thick air greeted me as I stepped out of the house. Even though the sky was clear, no humidity had escaped overnight. The moon and a couple of planets hadn’t yet retired for the night. The birds had just begun to sing. The longer red and pink wavelengths stretched up from behind the trees, rewarding early morning walkers with a beautiful pallet of colors.
I’ve seen lots of pink dawn skies, but I’ve never seen this one. And I’ll never see it again.
Waite for it... 