The signs of sunrise are always visible before the sun itself comes into view–an orange glow behind the eastern mountains, a splash of reflected red upon the north. I thought I might stay outside, watch the sun top the ridge–but I got distracted, stepped inside for a moment, stepped out again–and a ball of orange had spilled over that ridge while my back was turned, and was now shining bright, bright light right into my face.
The days really do get longer from here.
This morning the world is filled with yellow sun and blue sky. Which isn’t terribly noteworthy–that’s what winter days look like around here, when it isn’t raining–but after the longest night of the year, one pays a bit more attention.
A good winter’s morning to all!