Forget the traffic-choked highways and the mundane newscasts on NPR (sorry, but they've been slipping lately. Yesterday they had a segment about buckwheat noodles. Of all the random, boring topics) and tired classic rock songs and fingers freezing on the steering wheel ....
I saw two instances of hit-the-brakes beauty on my morning commute.
A billion pink diamonds shimmering on my snow-caked front lawn--the kind of snow you get from a really cold really dry day.
A stunning pink fire full globe sunrise conjoining a sky at odds with itself: the clear blue sky and the cloud-front occluded blue grey sky.
Why is the sun so beautiful in winter?
No comments:
Post a Comment