Until this morning, it had been years since I saw the sun rise. I’ve never been much of a morning person, but today I found myself on an Amtrak train at 5:15 am, speeding from Philadelphia to Newark, NJ. As we neared the airport train station, I watched as the undersides of the clouds reflected the growing light of the sun. It started a dusky, pale rose and grew fiercer and more orange. A bright, slashed bit of moon lost its prominence as the sky abandoned near black and shifted closer and closer to blue, fading and brightening, until I wasn’t sure I could trust my remembrance of the vanished darkness or the glowing moon.
All of this happened over the steaming, industrial land of northern New Jersey.
Must’ve been a beautiful sight. 🙂
Even surrounded by the refineries, it must have been something.
You must know that sunrise is a part of most of my days. I am glad you had a chance to enjoy one. Thanks for reminding me to appreciate my daily view.
I never used to be a morning person, particularly…but then I chose my career.