As the world wakes up

It is still dark and my eyelids don’t want to open, but I’m stilling here at a cabin by lake arrowhead at 6am watching the world wake up. Darkness fights to keep its hold on the world as the edge of my world begins to glow. Slowly darkness is pulled away and shapes and objects are visible. Slowly God turns up the color in the world with the dead leaves that turn in this pine forest. It takes a bit longer but slow the green comes in, and even the white on the patio is dull. It is still dark and the horizon is still just shape and dark. The sky has turned grey as it begins to get some of it’s blue. The edge of the world is white with a tint of orange.

Slowly the world begins to warm. In undergrad I learned that breezes are caused by sudden temperature changes to the ground. So at sunrise and sunset the world warms or cools and a breeze will pass over the land trying to even out temperatures as the ground heats the air, or begins to become cooler than the air around it. Heat flows towards cool. This still life of progressive color begins to dance, birds cry outside for food.

The far ridgeline begins to take on some color as the greens near me begin to look like the life that they stand for.

The trees begin to get nervous in their dance as the guest of honor progresses slowly up the far ridge. The finale, when darkness is no more, when life begins to flow, when nothing is hidden, and everything is a peace. But it isn’t time yet; there is still some waiting to be done. So I wait …

The parade begins to move in full motion as the sun rises on the far ridge, judging from the light it looks like I am in the wrong place to see it crest and blind me. Soon the sounds of the rest of the house begin to move, and the world outside goes on with the parade that lasts until the sun sets.

Nov 4th near Arrowhead Lake