It's quiet this morning. The occupants of the house lie wrapped in in slumber, warm blankets tucked to ward off the morning chill, all save one. I sit this morning before this luminous screen watching words march obediently into formation as the sun rises. The scene outside competes for my attention, glorious yet serene, dark sky growing lighter. It is what I wish for my rambling thoughts.
Have you ever tried to capture a perfect sunset, to hold on to it, make it last before morning steals it away? I am no photographer. I have neither the talent or equipment. All I can do is appreciate the beauty while it lasts. So, I try this morning to just love the sunrise, even as it changes, bleeding into the overcast ceiling that will
surely shroud the sunlight all day... lest the right wind blow.
I think of my children, upstairs sleeping. And then I work on.