At work, the sun had come degrees from
rising when it illuminated black to a lighter dark blue. Then, I saw a sky full
of gray clouds that stretched from west at the mountains to the eastern tree
line. This section of morning until sunrise casts a dynamic spectacle of light
that colors the atmosphere.
On this particular morning, I saw a sliver
of radiant orange light stream from north to south above the tree line. Just
above where the sun hinged it was fiery that stretched out to an Easter pink
and danced blossoms into the fogged distance. As the minutes went by, the
shades shifted as an active light show carried a
flood of color like a purple blanket to the western clouds above the coastal
foothills.
My coworker was at the pump, starting a
transaction, and I called out to him: "Bonez!" I went around to where
he was standing and pointed out west. Hanging in the sky was a reddened rainbow
that streamed down from the sky against the violet colored background. He was
breathless and so the morning rose.
It didn't last. It never does. As soon
that the sun rises, the entire sky becomes a shade of yellow that gleams
shadows, harsh light, or a variant luminescence of overcast skies. By then, we
are busy enough on the concrete pad of work to stay busy and pass time with the
beauty of people and the spectrum in them.
With great salutations, you amaze me. I am
thankful for a new day that has come to a close as I prepare to post this and
send off to slumber. The best part of today was being interviewed for the
produce position at the Fred Meyer store in Corvallis that will prepare me for
a position at a Kroger company for work in Hollywood, California. Yeah. I miss
New Orleans.
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