It's early morning.
All is silent.
From my vantage point, I look out across the tree tops towards the ancient hills that are now dressed in summer tan.
The sun has lit the top of the clouds turning them from dawn ~ grey to orange ~ pink.
Everything changes as I sit and watch.
All is silent.
From my vantage point, I look out across the tree tops towards the ancient hills that are now dressed in summer tan.
The sun has lit the top of the clouds turning them from dawn ~ grey to orange ~ pink.
Everything changes as I sit and watch.
Within a short time, there is an explosion of color second to none.
The birds are celebrating a new day with an amazing chorus.
Those who are still sleeping have missed a miracle.
The most wonderful thing about the dawn miracle is that there is a new one every day, all different, all beautiful.