Every sunrise is different. Every sunrise makes me pause in wonder. Every sunrise prompts me to take a picture.
The clouds looked like a thousand little cotton balls in the sky. The sun was small but intense as it peeked over the distant trees. The dark of night surrendered to morning pinks, golds and blues.
I could tell the air was a few degrees cooler as I headed out the door. The humidity hadn’t yet arrived, a recipe for a wonderful walk.
In the early morning hours, I rarely think about the day before. I anticipate the people I’ll encounter, lunch with someone, some of things I want to get done, and always what I’m going to write about. It’s a hopeful, imaginative, and inspiring time of any day.
Waite for it... 