Sunrises
I went running one morning this week and I saw- no, beheld- what has to be the single most beautiful sunrise I have ever seen. I was running along the river, which was wide and flat and quiet in the early morning air. There was a layer of fog blanketing the river, obscuring the trunks of the skeletal trees on the far bank. The trees are tall and old, and their branches reached up out of the fog, higher and higher, above the tops of the mountains in the distance. A few leaves were clinging to the tallest branches, making little clusters of black dots against the blue-to-peach sky. A few trees had no leaves at all, only large, crooked arterial branches. Beyond the trees, the mountains hid the rising sun, but the sky above them was soft pink and orange, with a few horizontal clouds catching the early morning light. Far above my head was a bright crescent moon against the fading night sky. It was spectacular.