I am a morning person. I'm totally useless after about 9 pm, but I can effortlessly bound out of bed and be ready for the day at 4 am. I've always been that way. Go figure.
Mornings sometimes offer unexpected bonuses -- like today.
The day started out dreary and rainy, with gray all around.
But unexpectedly, the eastern sky started turning orange before the sun rose.
Light broke through the rainclouds and illuminated the tips of the trees -- can you see the very tops lit up? -- and offered a rainbow.
The other side of the rainbow had a narrow band of hillside lit up behind it.
The episode lasted maybe -- maybe -- five minutes, and then the clouds moved in and it was all gray again. But I was there to witness it.
Bonus photos: Yesterday afternoon Don and I went walking just before sunset. Again, for a brief few minutes, the sun pierced the clouds and illuminated the wet field fence along the road, which I thought was pretty.
This is why I always try to have my camera on me whenever I step foot outside. You never know when God will bless us when a pretty picture, a visual reminder to stop and smell the roses.