Neon Sunrise

I was awakened early this morning to bright sun light shining on my face through a sliver of space between the closed drapes. I opened the door of my motel room to take a look and saw the sun blazing orange welcoming me back on my first morning in my hometown in almost a year. I don’t remember the last time I saw the sun rise, much less glowing neon orange.

I grabbed my camera and went out to capture it in all its glory before old Sol settled back into his everyday golden-yellow hue. There is something so sacred to me about being outside, connected with nature, while the rest of the world is sleeping. This morning I was awed by my good fortune due in part to my having changed rooms twice yesterday when I checked in and ultimately ended up in a room that faces east.

They say God is in the details. I love it when I’m awake enough to notice some of those miraculous little things that happen all the time.