Missed Sunrises
View from My Window
Tuesday, December 6, 2005
After being in the metropolis of Dallas over the weekend, I felt I was back on Mt. Olympus upon our return. From my viewpoint high on a hill overlooking Enchanted Lake, with ice on the windows (it is 20 degrees outside) and the sunlight reflecting upon it, I truly feel I exist among the gods and goddesses. The lake is a white mist cloud moving about leaving one to wonder what lies underneath. The background is a lovely shade of dark blue to the horizon whereupon it becomes the crystal clear blue of the sky. The cedars on the dam sport a hoary, frosted beard of ice. Its growth is on the outermost edge of the branches giving their dark green centers a contrast with the icy clear white.
To think of all the sunrises I have missed while sleeping or, when younger getting my family off to begin their day at work or school makes me sad. But the utter joy I receive now in my golden years to rush from the bed, grab a robe, then with a hot cup of coffee in my hand to retreat to my study with the windows overlooking the most beautiful spot on earth more than compensates. It is my heaven on earth.
After each sunrise, even six months of them, I thank Being for the opportunity to be witness to such beauty. Each morning I think this one is the most beautiful sunrise ever only to witness myself repetitiously enjoy the morrow’s.
Tuesday, December 6, 2005
After being in the metropolis of Dallas over the weekend, I felt I was back on Mt. Olympus upon our return. From my viewpoint high on a hill overlooking Enchanted Lake, with ice on the windows (it is 20 degrees outside) and the sunlight reflecting upon it, I truly feel I exist among the gods and goddesses. The lake is a white mist cloud moving about leaving one to wonder what lies underneath. The background is a lovely shade of dark blue to the horizon whereupon it becomes the crystal clear blue of the sky. The cedars on the dam sport a hoary, frosted beard of ice. Its growth is on the outermost edge of the branches giving their dark green centers a contrast with the icy clear white.
To think of all the sunrises I have missed while sleeping or, when younger getting my family off to begin their day at work or school makes me sad. But the utter joy I receive now in my golden years to rush from the bed, grab a robe, then with a hot cup of coffee in my hand to retreat to my study with the windows overlooking the most beautiful spot on earth more than compensates. It is my heaven on earth.
After each sunrise, even six months of them, I thank Being for the opportunity to be witness to such beauty. Each morning I think this one is the most beautiful sunrise ever only to witness myself repetitiously enjoy the morrow’s.
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