9 p.m. contemplative. quiet.
slumber soon come and then
first light –
promises made in silent darkness.
black skies give way to lavender wisps.
skies warm and brighten,
heralding crimson dawn.
I took this photo just after 7 a.m. I had planned to write a short missive on morning, my favorite time of day. Well, the day came and went before I had the chance to write. Here it is, nearly 10 p.m., and I’m looking forward to morning again.