And then when it isn't white, it's sky
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
I don't remember when this day began. Was it with the midnight text message from my son, or the one he sent at 1:08 AM? Was it when I heard him come him an hour later, or when I finally gave up on the possibility of sleep and got up to get client work done? Perhaps we'll call the beginning of this day Zumba at 5:45 AM (or the cha-cha Zumba around 6:10, or the Charleston jive twenty minutes on).
Or let us say, instead, that this day had no beginning.
But look: Just look at its spectacular end.
As if someone were painting the sky just for me.
7 comments:
That's amazing!
It WAS an incredible sunset tonight, wasn't it? I have a similar type of photo that I was just thinking about posting, too.
Once again, you have inspired.
Beautiful picture. Zumba. What a fun way to start your day. I have my class tomorrow at 5:30. And since I missed my tap class on Tuesday I am ready for some dancing.
I was sitting outside the girls' voice lesson tonight watching this beautiful sunset, a routine thing in Arizona, but here, such an unexpected gift!
Smiling at that gorgeous sunset. I know the worry of staying up late over my daughter. I can sympathize. And sorry it doesn't get any easier when they're adults. I think, I worry more now. (Hugs)Indigo
Wow, what a fabulous sunset. And so lucky that you always have your camera at the ready.
I hope all is well with your son. That was a lovely way to end the day. I took a similar photo last week of a sunrise ... such vivid colors!
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