As I stand on the west side of the lake, I look toward the barely lit sky.
The sky is still a predawn gray with thinly strewn strokes of pale pink and gentle blue.
I notice a tiny golden glitter at the edge of the island across the lake.
Slowly the golden dot grows larger, while rising steadily until a full golden circle rests on the horizon before it continues its rise.
I behold the sunrise in a few short moments, watching it move into the sky.
I stand there in disbelief as it slowly changes to a blinding bright golden white.
Only then, do I turn to continue my walk, filled with a sense of being privileged to witness this morning miracle.
So many mornings I have been at the lake while the sun rose, painting colors and patterns in the sky.
I am wondering why this morning was so spectacularly special.
