Walking out 15 minutes before first light to just a glow in the east. It’s cooler this morning, but still not below 70 degrees. And, I can see the humidity, a layer of wafting fog… almost not there but there. Layers coalescing and separating, combining and dividing, dancing to the vagrancies of an unfelt breath of the day beginning.

Chickens talking in the distance, whistling ducks heading south in flights and individually from barely seen to full on light, crows on patrol… could they be looking for raptor interlopers with the audacity to roost in their neighborhood. Birds chirping all around me, but none greating the day in song.

What first appeared as clear skies is now coming into focus as a layer of high thin clouds across the southern sky, reflecting a bit of the sunrise color… but just a hint so far. The fog embraces more of the morning landscape.

Maybe the ceiling fans were a bit much this morning…

The subtle shifting colors of the sky as day breaks are an amazing gift. Given each morning, without care of audience. To be enjoyed, or not based on the whims of the viewers. Never duplicated… changing by the second.  If you miss the shot… it’s gone.

A sunrise delayed by a large cloud is still a sunrise…

Y’all stay safe, stay healthy, and Pray for our Nation and the world. If you haven’t voted yet, be sure you do. And please, wear the damn mask… we all appreciate your sacrifice…