Friday, May 22, 2015

SUNRISE

The sun rises a bit to the north now on the eastern horizon.

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.