The sun is very late to rise now. Around 11:00 AM it finally peers it's sleepy head over the horizon. It's always a pink glow. Not like in the summertime when the sunrise switches from hues of purple to green to blue to yellow to orange. In midwinter the sunrise is always one color- pink... sometimes drifting into a dark red when there is a storm in the near future. And I like the consistancy of it. I like being able to fortell the exact moment the sun will arrive, and what color the clouds will be to celebrate it's appearance. There's something inspiring about knowing the world so intimately. People often forget that we have the ability to know the sky better than we know the ground. If only we took a moment each morning to awknowledge it's presence.
