I am generally an early riser. Even when I don’t have to get up to go to work, I am often up by 6 AM. There is something I find esthetically pleasing to sit and watch the sun rise. Even right now, as I sit here typing out these words, I can glance out the patio doors and off in the distance I can see the row of trees along Carrol Street. The occasional set of headlights and tailights of the cars carrying people off to their various destinations. The sun isn’t up yet, but it is coming. Through those trees the sky has a pinkish, mauvish, bluish cast. And the stark bareness of the tree silhouettes reaching up into the sky pose nicely.
A sort of spiritual, meditative feeling washes thru me at moments like these.
Hope my readers have a good day. And I hope my day goes by quickly.