O, look, a wedge of the sky, between the trees and the house next door is a lovely pink, just a few inches above the horizon. Will it spread and fill the sky?
Now I see it due East as well, peering through the trees, a lighter version of pink. As I write, the world lightens, the sun works its morning glory. Perhaps the white of the snow makes the light more obvious more quickly. The landscape brightens before my eyes. And the pink on the horizon expands as I watch. Suddenly I can see the birds in the bush before me, approaching our feeder.
Where the pink of the sky filled only 2 inches, it is now 6, and the color deepens directly before me…Will it be able to overcome the grey grey color of the sky, so full of clouds (dark turning to light, grey to pink)?
Now there are wisps of pink toward the top of the window (3 feet, not 6 inches!). The pink is taking over the sky. A quarter or a third of the sky is dotted with pink in some places, wisps in other places, pure pink in still other places. It’s so beautiful I braved the freezing cold and went outside to see a full scape of the beauty. I’m thankful that I can type without looking. It is a symphony of color, changing moment by moment: ‘sky blue pink’.
Now the pink has expanded, affecting the clouds out the window to my left and overhead, turning the grey to blue behind the pink. The color before me is becoming a bright yellow, as the sun comes closer to actually rising.
And now, there is a band of brightness, of yellow across the horizon, the pink almost gone from the sky above and the sky more blue than grey or pink. I move from the kitchen window to the dinette window to the porch, even to the walkway behind to get all the beautiful views of the color shifts.
It will soon be over, but what a gift, what a few moments of beauty to start the day, to remind me of the exquisite nature of the world in which I live. I can now make out the coloring and markings of the chickadees at the feeder; the magic is dissipating, but leaving a warmth and gratitude that fills me with pleasure and awe.
Aaah, the grey sky has turned a light blue, and only tiny wisps of pink remain. The day begins.
Our soft soft cat licks her paw, probably oblivious to such beauty.