Today’s Christmas Eve sunrise was spectacular. Fleeting, as always, but well worth braving the chilly air as nuthatches chittered, woodpeckers squawked, and mallards in the adjacent wetland greeted the light with argumentative-sounding quacks.
Winter is the only season that permits sunrises to penetrate the tall trees that I am blessed to share my home with, so I cherish every one I can. I don’t even want to guess how many photos of winter sunrises crowd my files, and I don’t care.
Every sunrise is slightly different, but all evoke the same emotions in me:
- joy at the beauty of creation,
- love for the creatures greeting the morning all around me as I stand on my deck snapping photos,
- and a tinge of melancholy prompted by the fleeting nature of these sunrise moments.
For all my readers who celebrate Christmas, I wish you a very merry one. May you be surrounded by joy and love. May your days be merry and bright. And may all your sunrises be glorious.