When I woke up yesterday, it was hot, humid and hazy. I looked out the bedroom window and saw a sky washed with pink and mauve. I dashed out to the deck so I could stand under that marvelous dawn.
When I got outside I saw that the sky had spilled down to the earth, coloring the oppressive morning haze into a glowing pink mist. The picture just does not do justice to the magical light that bathed the gardens. I could have been standing in a fairy tale world.
The beds looked refreshed, even though I knew they were all parched, yearning for rain. Yet - for those few moments when the light was right - here everything was good and true and possible as I gazed on my little bit of the world through a fabulous, though fleeting, rose colored dawn.
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