Yesterday I sat in this chair watching the sunrise world. From full dark, the first inklings of less-dark. Then first pinks tinting a few whispy clouds, and then the full-pink glow, the whole, colorful world alive under a kind, gauzy, indirect light. Then, minute by minute changing the view, the shadow of my hill withdrew and full sunshine spotlit the fall leaves on the hill across the valley, all the sky-blue-pinks transformed to the colors of full maturity, even the sky taking on its glinty, sapphire, seasonal shine.
Today rain falls, the sky gray, all the colors muted. Past experience allows me to predict that quiet reigns outdoors, the busy, rustly, chirpy creatures all in dry-ish, protected places. Even wild things seek protection from harsh weather. Snow in the forecast.
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