Of November Sunrises

Let me tell you what happens only in these months of transition

*** I wrote this after an early morning drive to a teeth cleaning. I was nearly late as I poured this out of my soul, watching the sunrise on the landscape I see daily here. It all felt alive, even in a state of frozen endings. I wanted you to feel and see what I saw. I cried over the sight of a sunrise on a frozen field, and I think everyone should feel this sort of beauty in them, particularly as the days shorten. ***

Let me tell you what is offered to us on a cold morning in November when the sun is revealed from the cloudy skies. Those of us who wake just before the pink and lavender hues blend like strokes from a watercolor brush to the southeast know the emergence of this tender and precious sight.

Let me tell you of the way the frozen ground and leaves sound beneath our feet before the sun reaches these corners of the land and the promise and hush the Earth all around us can give in these fleeting moments. How it takes longer each day, we draw closer to the shortest day for them to awaken from their frosty texture on a morning like these in November.