Gloriously delicate.

The sky was airbrushed with gloriously delicate hues this morning. I was compelled to stop, admire and give thanks, and share with you.

If you look just above and to the right of the centre, there is the fingernail, waning, almost gone, crescent moon.

morning

Does not begin.

This photo does not begin to capture this sunrises’ delicate hues. It was so lovely, and I would have preferred to continue watching it reveal its beauty.

Although I had to press on to work, I was so blessed to witness this.

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