There’s one thing about being surrounded by fires this summer: it sure makes for a spectacular sunrise. If you catch it just right, you’ll find the sun comes up a deep, dark corral. Breathtaking, really.
Such was the case the other day as I returned from my morning walk. I caught a glimpse, between houses and amongst trees. Never have I walked that last leg quite so briskly. I ran through the front door, grabbed my camera and my keys, jumped in my car, and set off for the perfect view. Of course, once arrived, I found the sun had made friends with a group of clouds.
So there I sat, windows down, camera in hand, watching the sun rise. The only sound was the chirping of the birds. There was nary a body in sight–probably the best, as I may have looked something of a creeper.
Needless to say, if you have the chance to watch the sunrise, in the quiet of the morning, I highly recommend.
A lovely weekend to you, dear friends!