“The first snow is like the first love. Do you remember your first snow?” ~Lara Biyuts~
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Clouds. Oh Joy
I woke up this morning and saw this light to the East, from my window. In my "before coffee" state of being, I saw fire in the distant Blue Mountains. There was a moment of panic and then I saw the cloud cover and a yellow orb struggling to break through. It was the sun, not the feared FIRE that plagues our parched foothills.
I grabbed my camera and went out into the front yard. It had to be 20 degrees cooler than yesterday morning and the sun was losing it's battle with the clouds. No fire..., no heat...., just the prospect of Fall coming. Oh joy! There is a change, a difference that signals the beginning of my favorite seasons. Finally..., a breath taken..., that speaks of Nature's willingness to release her fiery assault on this beautiful land that I call my home. Finally..., a moment when I stand at the edge of my garden, knowing that summer is over and that this distant glow is only a tired old rooster saying good morning to a new day.
Tired old rooster sun..., you have had free range long enough.