Dawn is my muse.  I yearn to be out there with her.  Even if it is overcast and gray.  I want to sit in the dark and hear the birds wake up, thrilled and excited for another day.  To watch the night soften over the hills and the coral cloud angels fling their dance of veils across the eastern range.  I sit and see the Mountain blush at Her waking.

Today I will bask in a constant dawn.  New life, shifting light, dancing angels and sweet songs serenading me.