Morning Light

[Sorry my posts have been in the morning rather than the night I compose them. I have had internet connection problems all week.]

This time of year, I wake to the sunrise. With floor-to-ceiling south-facing windows in my bedroom, I shut the alarm off, sit up in bed, and spend the first few minutes of my day watching the world wake up.

Some mornings, it’s still a hushed gray along the horizon. Others, full pinks spread across the rim of mountains. But always, there is a moment of metamorphosis between night and day. Like a flower slowly opening its petals, it happens step by step yet—all of the sudden—it appears in full bloom. So it is that the morning’s light finds its way into the lower field…

…then up the steep sides of Fork Mountain…

…finally into the fullness of another fall day.