Sunday, September 5, 2010
Rising somewhat early while the sky is the color of midnight blue black, I waited for the sky to turn morning colors. Sun rising colors of oranges, reds, pinks. The kind you can capture on a clear morning when the sky is really sky blue pink. It happens almost in the blinking of an eye. This morning there was a layer of fog nestling across the valley. The summer greens are barely seen at the base of the trees.
Being the church organist, I had chosen the hymn Morning has broken to be sung today. Seemed like a nice way to celebrate being alive in the mist of the magical mountains.