Wondrous morning is an apt description. I awoke the first time a little before five and the sky over the Absorakas showed a deep orange band at the horizon. As the orange band grew wider and softer, the blue grew lighter with the lightest bands of blue turning white where they kissed the tangerine orange bands of the coming sun. You could see the reflection of those oranges and blues and the mountains and the tops of the trees on the still waters of the Yellowstone Lake’s West Thumb. I saw all this from my pillow this morning. I dozed off and on, checking the progress until the sun finally came over the top of the mountains at six. That’s when I got up and threw on the sweats and took the dogs out for our first walk. I love it when we are the first ones up and out on a morning like this — like it was made just for us.
We’re home, again.
You have done it again my friend. I can see the morning through your eyes and it gives me great pleasure and peacefulness. thank you for sharing this.