Waking up, I drug my sleepy feet to the window to search out my day.
Clouds tend to require a little more coffee than blue skies do.
As I peered out to the Victor hillside across the cold North Bay, the Sun began to pull itself slowly from its slumber into the dreaming sky.
Purples and oranges lit my day on fire as the dark tree stood by stoically awaiting their breath of light.
Why are these moments so unforgettable?
Is it the moon hanging heavy over the night waters amongst the strings of sparkling stars that makes the contrast so unreal. How can one beautiful moment lead so grandly to the next?
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