Good morning, good morning, good morning! I got up at 4AM this morning (gasp!) to write to you. No kidding. Since I’ve been sick (see previous post An Antidote for Pain) my queue of pieces to post has dwindled down to ZERO (gasp again). What that means is that I’m, mostly, writing to you each day. On the one hand, I really like it because I think it makes the blog fresher. On the other hand, I HAVE TO WAKE UP AND WRITE SOMETHING TO POST EVERY DAY! Yikes. I had a post in mind, but then as I sat down at the computer, complete darkness outside, this happened:

Stunning, huh? So then I decided to take photos of the sunrise for you instead of writing that other post.

Kim’s Airstream looked so cozy:

As more light came into the sky, the colors spread and became more subtle. I was standing in a rosy glow:

But then it seemed the show was over. The sunset I thought was going to be stunning enough to share with you simply hadn’t materialized, so I went back into the house to do chores:

However, as can sometimes happen, the sky had a surprise in store for me. The color was returning:

Truchas Peaks was beginning to show itself so I headed upstairs to take a picture from my deck and came upon the debris from my early morning coffee–too pretty not to photograph:

And then I stepped outside and took this pic of the mountain being lit from behind:

The light of the sun fully flooded the sky. Ah light, glorious light:

This called for more coffee and Trader Joe’s cinnamon bread:

As the house settled into itself, bathed in light and peace–I realized it was exactly the kind of morning I’d envisioned for myself all those years ago when I “left it all behind” (see previous post High Road Artist: My Story Begins):

The kind of morning I wish for all of us.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jBz_o9k4TTo

A very good, good morning and love to you all,

Jeane