It was sunny yesterday, for the first time in I don’t know how long, so I thought I’d take a walk in the early morning light. The sun had only just risen; its light had only just turned from coral to gold. I think it took me about fifteen minutes to go the first 100 feet. After that I calmed down a little, but as I walked away from the house it seemed that the picture opportunities just got better with every step I took.
Ten feet and ten photos later, it got better.
From that point, I sought the first moments of light all around me.
Down in a small valley, roots practically in the stream, I saw them, leaning toward the sun.
Birch trees, their tips a dull burgundy, are transformed into spring-like life.
Talk about an island in the sun.
I glanced up and caught them. The others had already got on with things, but these stayed until the end.
I was momentarily distracted by a glow seen briefly out of the corner of my eye.
A few feet down the road, I was drawn back upward to the sun bathers in the treetop.
As I watched, one of the ravens leaned in to the other as if to say something.
Heigh ho, heigh ho ….
As I was preparing the photos for this post, I realised that I posted on this day last year as well. It seems that a year ago today I shared sunsets. Today, as if to continue the circle, I share a walk in the early morning sun – a sun still coloured by its rising.
There’s a marvelous symmetry in that. The book has been closed on 2013 and 2014 is now fully begun. The sun has set only to rise again 365 times, as it has for 50 years of my life; as it has on every day of every life for some four billion years.
In the dawn of a new day, life continues to move forward. The sun will continue to rise and next year, it will still be setting every day.
It’s time to get on with living my life the way I want to live it.