A Wednesday Morning a little after 6 AM.
It's not often I'm up before a sunrise. But the days are growing shorter and the sun rises almost straight east now, over our neighbor's house.
The tiniest sliver of a moon, soaked in a pink wisp of a cloud.
It's so quiet early in the morning, no traffic noise, no television,
no drone of the air conditioner. Birds slept.
I watched the clouds, spin and unfurl, rolling in their pink glory.
They changed and morphed, excited to begin a new day.
Pink is supposed to mean Sailor's Warning,
but as the day wakened,
the sun rose yellowing,
the birds sang, a car door slammed,
and traffic hummed in the distance.
My day began with this thoughtful moment;
I couldn't paint a prettier sunrise?
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