
~ Cloris Leachman
Only 48°F on my back porch, but the sky is red with streaked clouds. Finally, maybe, a sunrise? Mist, fine damp air. Waiting for sun to break through the clouds... My nose is running. So are my feet, down the stairs, into the back yard for a different perspective... Deep breath. Glorious sunrise... Ahh, gold. I've somehow captured gold this morning...
Both this particular sunrise and photo look quite pretty. *big smile*
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Olga/Maddie