The serendipity union of road and field and tree at sunrise could be a metaphor for life itself and our meandering earthly journey through it - so too, the rosy horizon, pale violet skies and drifting wisps of cloud. There's a refreshing coolness in the air at the very beginning of day, a whispering of surprises and unknown adventures waiting away out there, somewhere along the shining rim.
When I awakened early this morning, the waning moon was almost overhead, and planet Jupiter was suspended below it like a solitary dancing pearl. Sometimes one needs a morning like this to start things off in late summer, especially when the projected temperature for the day is in the forties (Celsius) with humidity factored into the equation.
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