As I peeked through the blinds of my back door this morning, you would have thought that I had seen something outrageous; actually, I did, but it was outrageously beautiful. The sunrise peeking over the trees, power lines, and a church two doors down was something that words cannot describe.
You see, I have a lot to do today. I'm sure that they either won't all get done OR I won't go to sleep at a nice hour, but that's not what I'm worried about today. In fact, I'm not worried at all today. I didn't even want to get out of bed, but my husband and my to-do list pulled me up and out of it. My coffee was already made, but I fell asleep in my makeup last night (oopsies) and that, as silly as it was, had me feeling a bit icky. Instead of moping around, God shocked me out of my funk with brilliant colors in my quite unappealing backyard, if you can call it that.
I literally GASPED when I saw the sunrise out my back door. I snatched my keys and ran up to the front porch to see if I could get a better look. When that was less than satisfying, I ran to the bedroom, stole my husband's slippers, grabbed my license, and ran to the car - pink pajama pants, robe, slippers, leftover makeup and all.
I chased the sunrise through the city streets. I snapped a few shots when the houses cleared enough space to see the sky. I went back home as the brilliant sky began to fade away. I walked back into the house, saddened by the fact that it was over and was greeted by the beautiful smell of my coffee-filled kitchen. I sighed a sigh of satisfaction.
The pictures, of course, do not do it justice, but they will have to do.