I feel blessed each morning that I can get myself out to witness the hour before sunrise. Mother Nature puts on a show, a spectacular sensual feast.
This morning, I was marveling at the haloed pine tree when fate touched me on the shoulder.
I turned and my vision was drawn to the Denver skyline where I saw the skyscrapers lit up with the first glow of the risen sun.
Walking across the crusted snow to find a good vantage, it seemed to me that all of nature delights in this daily ritual.