When the morning comes.

 

Most nights we are in the mountains I awaken two or three times just to check for light at the foot of the bed. It’s something we didn’t realize when we bought the place, the fact our bedroom faces east. Which means we can leave the shade open at night, and when it’s time to rise God nudges us up and out with the most gentle, spectacular show.

 

 

I mean.

 

 

My first words each day are: Is it get up time yet?

 

 

Tim always says yes. Which is perfect because every day is different–and we don’t want to miss a thing. 

 

 

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4 thoughts on “When the morning comes.

  1. Cathy,
    I love these pictures! If you plan on making prints I so want the one of the sun just beginning to come over the mountaintop. So serene and full of promise.
    LU,
    Joretta

    1. You must come for a visit and see it yourself. I love the photos but it’s still hard to capture the beauty!

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