It feels as if I'm almost physically drawn into each sunrise I witness. They're each so different, but are also the same, each ushering in a new day. Surrounded on all sides by the gorgeous gradations of colours, from peach and orange and yellow to pink, blue, and purple - they're ephemeral and if you miss your chance there will always be tomorrow, but it won't be the same. This one was particularly stunning.
Just to add a touch of reality, when I caught a glimpse of this, yesterday, I tore downstairs in my pyjamas, threw on my hunter orange (sexy!) toque and barn boots, grabbed the camera and zipped my coat on the way out the door, bite plate still in my mouth. I had to walk a "little ways" (is that an expression used elsewhere?) down the road to get an unobstructed view, and perched up on a snowbank to take a few pictures. It was a lovely way to start the day. Today, on the other hand, is yet another snowy, windy winter storm. I'm so glad that I went out to see this when the opportunity presented itself.