I was writing up on the third floor this morning when I saw that fuchsia tinge in the east. It was fading by the time I got outside, but that is the nature of dawn's finest moments. You have to seize beauty when it appears.
Forgive my long silence. Life is full; my writing life is full. I'm even awake fairly regularly at dawn, but generally admire the rising light of day through the windows. Still, feeling yourself enveloped by the air of a September pre-dawn is not like anything else. I should get out there in body more often.
Please remember, if you happen upon this post, that one of the reasons I keep it open is with the hope that others may submit photos and/or mental reflections of the sunrise from anywhere in the world. I will post them here.
Have a lovely fall.