Cold mornings, sometimes drizzly and sometimes with fog, keep me hunkered in my living room with hot coffee. Yesterday I glanced out the kitchen window to see a brilliant sunrise greeting me over the tree tops. I put on slippers, and while still in pajamas and robe, grabbing my new point and shoot Canon camera (Christmas gift) which replaced my 6-year-old one with the scratched lens, and I started memorializing the event.
That early morning light began to grow even more lovely as I leaned across the deck railing with my arms held high.
Truly this is Mother Earth's reminder that the days are now going to grow longer.
What was even more amazing was the view behind me where the sun began to spill its red across the river facing the west. This is very unusual and it did not last long.