My Sunrise

This morning the sky is a soft pale gray. It reminds me of a blank canvas waiting to be drawn upon. I stand watching and waiting to see what colors will be used today to decorate the sky. The top of the hills are the first to greet the morning. First hint of light touches the frost on the grass and sends a rainbow of glitter across all the land.The top of the sun inches its way up over the horizon. Rising and stretching it is in no hurry to rush into the day. A sprinkling of thin clouds begins to drift in front of the sun. Their lazy movements across the sky throw patterns and shadows down through the hills.

Colors slowly begin to paint the morning air. Clouds hanging just above the ground absorb light and turn their dark shadows into muted shades that send out a glow from behind. The first rays of light look as if paintbrush dipped in red and orange has swept across the sky. The colors form a blurry line just above where the sky meets the earth. Another stroke of the brush, layered above the first, is dipped in pinks, yellows, and a touch of purple. The trees in front of the horizon mirror the colors in such a way that it looks like fall has arrived again, painting not just the air but also the leaves swaying in the early breeze. What was an empty canvas only minutes before has now turned into a sky filled with bright and vibrant colors.

The sun keeps rising above each stripe of color. One last push and you can see the entire circle of the morning sun. The air seems to shimmer as the sun climbs higher ad the light spills over the land. A new day reaches its full glory and the first colors of dawn mix together. They rise into the sunlight, their resting place until dawn calls upon them again.