First light brushes the bottom of a cloud layer.
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First light brushes the bottom of a cloud layer.
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A morning sky, aflame.
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Goldenrod, aglow in brilliant morning sunlight.
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A salamander crept across the sky yesterday morning.
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The sun juuuuust peeks over the horizon on a warm late summer morning.
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Southbound to UPS’ Louisville hub on a lovely morning, a UPS 747 passes the waning moon.
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A laneway fades into the mist, as do the past and the future.
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Wagon loads of wheat straw await transport to the barn.
I was born and bred a city boy. Living in a small town in a large farming district has opened my eyes and sensitivities to the turn of the seasons, and to where my food comes from.

This sunrise adds a not entirely welcome element of warmth to the day. I accept it instead of fighting or resenting it.
