I've stayed up most of the night, geeking around on the web, reading The Secret Diaries of Cassandra Claire (LOTR humour), mostly just coming down from the stress of the funeral and all of that. And it's 5:33 am, and I look out the window and see a beautiful mauve colour in the sky, and everything all still and dawnish. Birds chirping, the world waking up. A soft breeze through the trees. It's beautiful out there.
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Date: 2004-07-22 07:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-22 09:43 am (UTC)That's not hokey, it's beautiful. It's wonderful that something as simple as clouds can bring comfort.
One of the first things that came to my mind this morning when I looked outside was, My mom would've loved this. And it brought back memories of my childhood, when we lived in a house on the top of a hill with the study window looking out west. Every time I hear the phrase "Canadian sunset" I think there's probably nothing that special about Canadian sunsets per se - just another piece of harmless native pride in something that's actually universal. But maybe there's something about the latitude or the temperature, who knows, because fairly frequently, either me or my mother would yell at the other one to come upstairs and see the sunset. Breathtaking, glorious colours, whether the sky was full of clouds or perfectly clear or somewhere in between. Reds and purples and pinks and golds, streaking across the sky.
This morning was much more subtle and subdued, and nobody's ever coined the phrase "Canadian sunrise", but I know my mother would've loved it anyway :)