Our morning sky has literally been on fire…completely stunning. I wish I had a passenger with me during a recent morning drive, just to take pictures of the horizon to the east. I’ll do my best to try to explain it to you.
Okay, let me walk you through this. In lieu of a picture, let your mind meld into my description, but first, clear your mind…..now close your eyes….do you have them closed??
HA!! Show of hands!!!! How many of you actually closed your eyes? But seriously, I wish you could close your eyes and still read this post. It does help with imagery. Come with me, and experience my morning.
So, you’re walking out your door, and there is darkness all around you.
Glancing upwardly, you see a vague bluing on the horizon, indicating that the sun is awakening, and starting to rise. Turning your head slightly east, the warmth of pink, orange and yellow have begun to sneak through the spaces in the sky that the tall trees have agreed to share (oh, and our power pole….but I don’t really see that 🙂 .)
As you leave for that day’s work, excitement fills your mind. You ponder the masterpiece that awaits you, as you approach the open horizon of your flatter scaped neighboring farms. The beauty of the sunrise is never disappointing. The Master Painter, creates an astonishing symphony of colors, shades, and textures…new every morning. You realize that, oddly enough, you are thankful for your morning drive out of town….that this time on the road is much more than mundane travel. It is a visit to the largest canvas ever painted.
Moment by moment, color is encroaching, and the sky is a smoldering fire anticipating the fullness of it’s flame. All of a sudden, the horizon has opened revealing ….. a fleeting creation that speaks to one’s soul. The eastern mountain range presents itself in the opaqueness of a deep blackish-bluish-grey. A lighter grey, fluffy, ribbon sprawls horizontally across the base of the mountains, yet an intermittent, lighter ribbon dots across that same range in a slightly higher position. As your eyes move up through the darkness, complete awe fills your mind….your eyes have landed upon the majestic silhouette of one of the many volcanoes that watch over the entirety of the Willamette Valley and beyond.
A bright light appears, outlining the volcanic mountain range, and just above it, the brilliance of the sunrise reaches forth presenting in yellow, into orange, into deep reddish orange, into the darkest hue of pink, melding into a deep, dark red which very quickly turns to a sonnet of purple hues that reaches, literally, into every orafis of one’s heart, mind, body, and soul. In the silence of the sunrise, the Creator, Jehova, loudly pronounces His majesty. I am in complete awe, and gladly paying close attention to His dramatic proclamation. My day is now in motion.
Little by little, the sun has arisen. The beauty of the early morning has waned, yet there is great anticipation….tomorrow, there is another sunrise!!
Thank you for visiting my beautiful Oregon today. Although we left the forest to experience a larger piece of the Pacific Northwest, I hope you found something beautiful to take with you.
Please have a wonderful Sunday!!
Your friend from Oregon,