Another morning where I am captivated by light, it is so pink in the eastern sky, with patches of the clearest blue, and as I type the golds and oranges begin to come forth from the horizon. As I took a few breaths just took it all in, it all changed. No grasping, no attachment, now the sky has a few bands of the faintest pink, then blue, almost colorless in contrast. The trees do not one leaf on them, and I am now thinking of the horizon more like a November Sky when moments before I was transported and transfixed in the morning glory. Oh, and it is cold outside 22 degrees. I going to keep those glorious colors close by as I go through the day.
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