I relish the first colors of the morning. Out with Kona, we have the first moments of the day to ourselves. But, like a kid after the last present on Christmas morning, once the sun crests the horizon, my anticipation is left standing. It's gone, over.
This weekend, when the sun rose across the Eastern mountains, the sky nearly knocked me off my feet. The day has only begun, the sky proclaimed.
Every space from sky to land vibrated with energy from the new sun. The crisp landscape glimmered in a way I seldom see.
Kona and I had the morning to ourselves. It's a morning I'll remember.