Morning Sky
The morning sky, etched in detail against a back drop of deep dusky blue, greeted me this morning with a crispness that I've missed most of January. The air smelled very much like winter does, and there was a thick fog beckoning moisture from across the channel when I walked out of my front door. The light was barely noticable coming over the south eastern end of Gastineau Channel, just barely turning yellow, then orange, then darker red to purple and back into a blue, covering the rest of the sky where a few stars twinkled lightly.
I love this time in the morning. It's the calmest part of the day, before the ocean has waves, before the birds start to sing, before the wind picks up, before people start getting on with their lives. It's reassuring to know that I can wake up to such a beautiful moment and feel release of the tension I carry in my shoulders. Even the mountains, frosted with snow deeper than I've seen in years, had a clarity to them I rarely get to see, or take the time to notice.
As I got in the car to drive to work, I stopped to drop my daily letter in the mail. I looked up to my left, and there she was - The Moon. Big and bright and almost full. Hanging low, especially yellow, hugging the trees. What a gorgeous morning, I thought; I should take pictures. Then I realize the time and decide better of it, I'd be late to work if I stayed.
I tried to snap a few shots from the steering wheel and not only did it not work, but I got honked at for not paying attention to the road. As I crossed the bridge I looked right and saw the jagged lines of a low laying fog bank - almost cloud like - underneath the orangeness creeping further into the sky with dark black and blue mountains between the two; separating these two necessary, worldly substances. Forward of that spiked fog bank was the water in the channel, etched with vibrating lines caused by whetever wind there must've been down low. It was like the ocean needed the texture to contrast the scene behind it. Light and water and such powerful things and all I feel I can do is stand mentally naked in awe at their beauty; their vastness.
I was driving into the fog, kicking myself for having a day job, and after seeing the still morning back drop, I looked left. There again, was the Moon, surrounded by wispy morning clouds trailing from a purple to blue sky, shining down on stiller water. I crossed the threshold of clear to faded and turned my head back to the car in front of me. In that brief moment of right to left, I was once again reminded of how this world would continue on without me, yet how important it is to make a difference. To take the time to appreciate such scenes, to grab them, pull them close to your heart - take a picture - keep them forever. Remember who and what is truly important to you, what is necessary to survive, what your absolute truths are.
My absolute truths: Love and Loyalty. Without these, I would truly suffer. Without one, you cannot have the other. They go hand in hand, held close to the heart; as the Sun and Moon are held in the Morning Sky.
I'm proud to live in such a beautiful place and even prouder to have a mind to appreciate them to my deepest level. How so many people must miss out!
I love this time in the morning. It's the calmest part of the day, before the ocean has waves, before the birds start to sing, before the wind picks up, before people start getting on with their lives. It's reassuring to know that I can wake up to such a beautiful moment and feel release of the tension I carry in my shoulders. Even the mountains, frosted with snow deeper than I've seen in years, had a clarity to them I rarely get to see, or take the time to notice.
As I got in the car to drive to work, I stopped to drop my daily letter in the mail. I looked up to my left, and there she was - The Moon. Big and bright and almost full. Hanging low, especially yellow, hugging the trees. What a gorgeous morning, I thought; I should take pictures. Then I realize the time and decide better of it, I'd be late to work if I stayed.
I tried to snap a few shots from the steering wheel and not only did it not work, but I got honked at for not paying attention to the road. As I crossed the bridge I looked right and saw the jagged lines of a low laying fog bank - almost cloud like - underneath the orangeness creeping further into the sky with dark black and blue mountains between the two; separating these two necessary, worldly substances. Forward of that spiked fog bank was the water in the channel, etched with vibrating lines caused by whetever wind there must've been down low. It was like the ocean needed the texture to contrast the scene behind it. Light and water and such powerful things and all I feel I can do is stand mentally naked in awe at their beauty; their vastness.
I was driving into the fog, kicking myself for having a day job, and after seeing the still morning back drop, I looked left. There again, was the Moon, surrounded by wispy morning clouds trailing from a purple to blue sky, shining down on stiller water. I crossed the threshold of clear to faded and turned my head back to the car in front of me. In that brief moment of right to left, I was once again reminded of how this world would continue on without me, yet how important it is to make a difference. To take the time to appreciate such scenes, to grab them, pull them close to your heart - take a picture - keep them forever. Remember who and what is truly important to you, what is necessary to survive, what your absolute truths are.
My absolute truths: Love and Loyalty. Without these, I would truly suffer. Without one, you cannot have the other. They go hand in hand, held close to the heart; as the Sun and Moon are held in the Morning Sky.
I'm proud to live in such a beautiful place and even prouder to have a mind to appreciate them to my deepest level. How so many people must miss out!