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Morning Skies

 There's something about a winter sunrise.  I'm sure there's some science behind it, but I've never taken the time to learn about that particular phenomenon.  All I know is that it's one of the few things I like about making such an early morning commute.  It's the reward of seeing this:


There was another point in my journey that was even more incredible than this, but I wasn't in a position to capture it.  Not that it could have been really captured anyway.  It was an amazing swirl of magenta and violet and about 10 or 20 other hues that I can't describe.

This isn't the first time I've written about sunrises or sunsets or other natural events.  I'm a country girl at heart, and I hope I will forever be in love with what the natural environment does around us every day. Again, I haven't studied the science behind it, but I love watching the clouds and sky change before a storm, watching neighborhood wildlife get ready for cold winds, looking at the ocean, watching streams, etc.  I don't know half the names of the kinds of trees that live in my yard and backwoods, but I sure as hell like staring at them.

I know some other country girls, The Indigo Girls, who think like this too:

"If you can't see beyond the myth of isolation, and the miracle of daybreak doesn't move you anymore

Connect the points and see the constellations, as the night comes down on the reservoir....."

There's no huge realization here.  No big purge of feelings.  Just a woman driving to work feeling grateful for a beautiful sky.  

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