I am bias to mornings, I love mornings. I don’t know many people who love getting up at four or five in the morning and opening the blinds and curtains for first light. Except for the little birds I feed that have radar for this time of day.
This is exactly what I do every day. I am lucky enough to have unobstructed windows facing south/east.
At first light the Sun creeps up on the left side of the city speckled horizon. Then slowly moves to the right, overhead, suspended in the blue sky.
The morning light from the great warm Sun is part of my morning ritual. I set up my desk in front of my window to paint a few watercolor scenes before I do anything.
Some mornings the sun shines bright, homey and snug. On other days the Sun is streaked like a rainbow with blue, red, yellow and green molecules and small particles dancing in the atmosphere causing them to scatter.
On bad weather days with rain or snow or humidity the Sun is invisible but I know it is still there.
After the suns daily ride across the sky, half-light becomes its nightly lover wrapping the atmosphere in the coolness of night and the rise of the Moon.
The whole whirl of the traveling Sun and I begin all over again the next morning at first light.
Georgia
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