Living in the woods means I have to walk towards the horizon in order to get a clear view of the dawn. Layers of clouds made this morning’s walk especially worthwhile. Clear skies seldom give sunrises as spectacular as this one. Who knew there could be so many varieties of pink?
Though many find it difficult to wake before dawn, I’ve always found it easy. Even as a child I felt that sleeping past sunrise meant I was missing out on something. Perhaps it’s because that quiet time of day allowed me to spend some time alone with my grandfather or my dad, a precious commodity when you’re one of five children. Years later, I realized they probably woke up early in the hope of spending some quiet moments by themselves.
Besides silence and solitude, every dawn offers endless possibilities for the day ahead. What will happen today? A new challenge or the completion of an old one? Even a change of heart is possible. Nothing seems too difficult now before the hours begin to wear us down.
Returning home, the glow from the rising sun is barely visible behind the trees. I wonder at all I would have missed had I not ventured out.
Did you catch the rosy glow of the rising sun this morning? No worries if you missed it. Nature has a back-up plan for all who needed that extra bit of rest and stayed in bed past dawn.
Some of the flowers captured the dawn’s pink light at sunrise and promise to hold it for you until sunset.
Text and photographs copyright Amy-Lynn Bell 2012