These days all I have to do it seems is leave the house with Cheyenne, take her for a walk and I am greeted by the sun in a perfect blaze of glory.
Every day, before I head to bed after work, I watch the sun come up over the mangroves and set the sky on fire.
I never tire of observing the puffy pink clouds, the texture of the clouds themselves revealed by the sun striking them. The play of shadows and sunlight makes the clouds three dimensional as they hang overhead.
I am almost always alone in my contemplation of the heavens. Cheyenne wanders with her nose to the ground and I pretend to read the newspaper, more likely engrossed in the shape and movement of these Florida mountains. 
But it's not just clouds in the sky, there's the indefatigable Fat Albert protecting us from who knows what peril. The sun shines on the blimp and clouds alike. 
And finally we find ourselves back essentially where we started, with the sky on fire.
It's over all too soon, Cheyenne wants her breakfast, I want my bed and the sun has risen high enough the sky is pale and the sunlight is white and the morning magic has faded for at least another 24 hours.
Every day, before I head to bed after work, I watch the sun come up over the mangroves and set the sky on fire.I never tire of observing the puffy pink clouds, the texture of the clouds themselves revealed by the sun striking them. The play of shadows and sunlight makes the clouds three dimensional as they hang overhead.I am almost always alone in my contemplation of the heavens. Cheyenne wanders with her nose to the ground and I pretend to read the newspaper, more likely engrossed in the shape and movement of these Florida mountains. But it's not just clouds in the sky, there's the indefatigable Fat Albert protecting us from who knows what peril. The sun shines on the blimp and clouds alike. 
And finally we find ourselves back essentially where we started, with the sky on fire.It's over all too soon, Cheyenne wants her breakfast, I want my bed and the sun has risen high enough the sky is pale and the sunlight is white and the morning magic has faded for at least another 24 hours.
3 comments:
White hot blue sky - when will summer rains green our grass and plants?
Never, apparently...
wow, awesome pictures.
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