... how wonderful to see a new day
It was 7:15am and the dog had a need to go out, so in my pajamas and slippers I put on my coat and went out with her. The ground was frozen but not a hint of last night's snow flurries was visible. About 25 feet of the lake had a thin coating of ice, although the center of the lake was still flowing clear. Only the sound of the wind was heard whistling through the tall pines and bare birch trees.
There was a streak of red across the eastern sky and the color crossed the other side of the lake. The sun was rising to a new day and I ran into the house to get my camera. Behind the trees the sun shone brightly and I started taking pictures.
I realized that it was cold and when I checked the thermometer it was steady at 28 degrees. I had not seemed to mind the cold while I looked at the beautiful morning rise.
I went back inside the house and the pink had left the sky. The gray was getting brighter but the moment had passed and how lucky I was to see this day begin.
February 4, 2011