Wish you could have been here. Rarely does a morning or evening go by that we who live along the Indian River Lagoon don't have a beautiful sunrise or sunset. I asked Bob how he would describe the skyline we were admiring. "Beautiful," was all he could think of to say.
A professional and an amateur photographer were both there with their cameras, trying to capture the pewter colored textures the ripples made on the river, the still dark eastern shore. A few lights twinkled, indicating people living on the barrier island were beginning their day, too.
Above the horizon, smoky gray clouds billowed upward, tinged in hot pinks and bright gold, a picturesque fanfare for the sunrise. Pale pink rays fanned out from the spot where in the sun would rise. Directly overhead, a misshapen three quarter moon was a bright white light in a soft blue sky. It was still too dark to see the color of the dragonflies flitting around the water's edge.
Bob's right. "Beautiful" is the only way to describe it. Truly, the heavens declare the glory of God.
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