There are no words for the sunrise today. That searing orange is not found in my box of crayons. No oil painting can reproduce the edge of sunlight blazing forth over the horizon. I challenge the photographer to attempt its capture. Even the poet is at a loss; Nature’s beauty overwhelms.
Archive for January, 2010
Early morning, the sun peeking out from its blanket of winter clouds. Patches of fog dot the tree-covered hillside. A tower seems to float in the air; its top visible for miles, its base completely hidden. Sunbeams sparkle on the water; the sky glows from behind a line of naked trees. Birds line the waterfront. The rest of the world sleeps, or lingers over coffee; we warm ourselves with sunlight and sweat, our only accompaniment the delicate sprinkling sound of paddles in water.
The falling snow patters softly on my hood. The rest of the world is silence, stillness. Black trees, gray sky, white snow; delicate wisps of fog. Our footprints vanish beneath the new snow, as though we’d never been. Powdered sugar, creamy icing on a towering wedding cake. We cross the frosted moonscape as if exploring a distant world; there is nothing beyond the trees.
Winter wonderland indeed.
… to go in beauty always. A thoughtless comment on another blog upset me; I come here and no longer remember what it was about. I am returned to peace.
A sunbeam reaches across the floor from a southern window. I stand in its path and it warms me through. The calendar says January, but when I shut my eyes it’s June.
I look out the window; blue sky and cotton-puff clouds belie the season. Sunlight glitters off steel and glass as hatless pedestrians turn their faces skyward. Only the naked trees betray the truth.
The wind howls outside my window. Dark, damp, cold, it whistles as the clouds rush by and the rain sprays down in fitful bursts. The sound is ghostlike, more October than January out there. I curl up in my fresh clean flannel sheets, warm and protected, and listen to the beast outside.
The sky is rich and dark; city lights glitter. To the north and west night lingers. But the east! There will be no sun today, and yet the light penetrates. The clouds glow blue and gray. The mountain’s silhouette is etched against them. Streaks of pink reach southwards, as if stretching hands to a warming fire. I am awed.