Driving into Greensboro this morning, I pull over at the lake. The mist is suffused with crimson from the rising sun. I have the odd sensation I’m walking in an Impressionist painting, shot-through with sunlight and wet, rising dew. A pink bird dips into the water, and I hurry along the frozen shore, wondering at this odd creature.
The bird is a common, ordinary seagull, floating along in this morning, just like me. Thursday morning.
The bottoms of my shoes
are clean
from walking in the rain.”
— Jack Kerouac
Stony Soil Vermont 
Wow! This is when I remind myself to drive over to Silver Lake early some morning. Fall mornings on lakes can’t be beat. This is other-worldly. I wish I could paint something half so magical.
You’re an incredibly gifted painter, Sue. You could do a lovely painting!
Such a beautiful image Brett Ann!
Thank you!
Gorgeous
Always nice to hear from you. 🙂
Thanks Brett
So beautiful!