Oh the Joy of Morning!
Water Flat.
Birds Singing.
Air Crisp.
Mist Rising.
Salt Air Hanging in the Honeysuckle.
Canoes Slicing.
Through the morning calm.
How Do I Paddle Through the Morning Calm?
Let it envelope me. I cling to the peace. To the Freshness.
To the uncertainty of the day. For the Hope of Christ’s Return.
Knowing He has sent a Comforter while we wait.
I sip the coffee. Wet my toes on morning dew. Pet the dog. 
Deep breath that comes from the fresh aroma of a new day.

Sunrise on the Lake on the Eve of Independence Day – 2010.
  
This is the most Pink/Red/Purple I could pull in on a tiny pocket camera. I can tell you that what the eye saw – and what my Nikon L22 Coolpix Saw were two different things. But this one was close-ish.

 
Sun Rises over these trees – it is still the 5 o clock hour. Pinks and blues are lighting.  This corner is our house – the house behind “Our Yearly Tree” is the neighbor’s.

Year Long Tree Study – In Summer – At Sunrise.