Sunrise in the winter is at such a respectable time of day.
I sat before the window this morning and reveled in the changing sky. It was better than fireworks.
Distant mountains, denim blue.
Lavender clouds, edged in molten orange.
And then a great swath of orange.
Orange all above.
All around.
A sky on fire.
And on the morning breeze, a crow, and another, wheeling against the sky aflame.
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