Those who know me are aware that I have always been a sky-watcher. For the past two years I have been toiling away at a job that requires early morning starts. That was never a problem for me, I have always been a morning person. Mostly that is because I love to watch the sunrise. From the first inkling of color along the tops of the mountains to the east to the blaze of orange and yellows as the sun's rays knife through the canyons, I remain awed by the promise of the morning. In these days of changing weather in Southern California we have clouds in the morning. The drama they create makes me wish I could paint.
The morning sun takes the damp gray marine layers and fires them with pink and mauve. The tips of clouds turn white and seem to froth as the light brings them alive. I watch, awed and constantly impressed by this free show.
Morning is when the day promises all the good things that can be achieved or brought to life in our existence. Tiresome issues don't exist in the dawn, they hide in fluorescent filled conference rooms to trap the unaware. Keeping the focus outside to the panoply of change fuels optimism and energy that the stale recycled office air kills on contact. When all else fails take the time to watch the dawn.
Notes on the books and writings that I have published and those I am working on.
