Glory in the Morning

      

                         

I am so very fortunate to awake (with Jenny's help,) to this glorious view.

As I sit on the chest at the foot of the bed and put on my socks and shoes, I watch the early sun gilding the trees.

Those same trees are hiding the full sweep of the horizon, but somehow it only emphasizes the beauty of the far off mountains that are still visible.

As an old English major I'm tempted to see some sort of lesson here, to draw some sort of parallel . . .

But I'll save that for another day.