Sharing a sunrise 11/18/11

• 6am  The tropical rainbow glows in a tight band across the horizon, backlighting snippets of clouds that my aunt Peg says dance like Kokopelli.  Mother Ocean is platinum pudding in the 34 degree air, slipping slow and still onto the sand.
• 6:25am  The colors soften and spread up the sky.
• 6:50am  Here she comes.  Sunbella lights one cloud on fire, shooting five orange-pink cyclones of wisp in her wake.  She breaks hot orange on the skyline.  The clouds melt in her presence.  The day begins.
• Peg got a kick out of sunrise watching.  Even bundled up in purple pajamas, fuzzy jacket, and beach towel.