I may have commented before, I can't recall, about having the only window on this floor that faces east. I woke up this morning, was doing my stretches on the floor, and during one, observed that my closed blinds were faintly pink. So, of course, I had to get up and see what the sunrise was doing.
It wasn't yet the sunrise itself, rather the fanfare that the clouds do to announce the sun's arrival. But it was so pretty. I still marvel at the beautiful sunsets that happen almost every night out here, but I've missed the kinds of sunrises I'd see while walking to school back home.
It's not pink. It's not red. It's that color you want to call rose, though you've possibly never seen a rose quite like this. It looks like God plucked up some piece of landscape from the rolling hills and just set it up in the sky as a study in contrasts. There's a sweet little patch of blue, like some forgotten pool nestled into a tiny gulch.
The sun draws closer, the tambre alters to allow far more gold in, and the clouds begin breaking apart without letting the sky show. It's music in the atmosphere, it seems.
Is Heaven really going to be better than Earth, or will it just be all the best things of Earth before it was tainted? I don't know, but I'm looking at this sky and thinking that it took a break from hanging out over Heaven to come give us a joy.
For the record, I don't think I've met any sailors since coming to the Rockies. They're happily scattered throughout my home state, but there isn't very much open water up here. Maybe there's a cowboy saying about this, instead. :)
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