And then watching the shadowline walk toward the east as the sun itself makes contact with the higher mountains to my west while our own little mountain keeps us waiting until the last moment to be doused with warmth and light.
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Early
I know I've commented on this before. Sunday morning was so beautiful, I bring it up again. I will miss watching the sunrise in the west. Pink glow illuminating clouds and snow.
And then watching the shadowline walk toward the east as the sun itself makes contact with the higher mountains to my west while our own little mountain keeps us waiting until the last moment to be doused with warmth and light.
And then watching the shadowline walk toward the east as the sun itself makes contact with the higher mountains to my west while our own little mountain keeps us waiting until the last moment to be doused with warmth and light.
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