Often, early in the morning, my dogs and I find ourselves headed west. It's very dark ahead of me and I don't notice the sun rising in the east behind me. What I do notice are the song birds beginning their melody. I remember what that means and quickly look over my shoulder behind me to see the beginnings of color. I like to think the sun is being trumpeted in by the little winged guardians.
One of the best parts of walking in the dark is the change. Everything is in black and white. Then as the sun begins to awaken, dull dim color begins to show. When the sun does break and rise above the horizon, everything brightly displays its colors.
I think that's how this works. For a large part of the rainbow I'm color blind.
One of the best parts of walking in the dark is the change. Everything is in black and white. Then as the sun begins to awaken, dull dim color begins to show. When the sun does break and rise above the horizon, everything brightly displays its colors.
I think that's how this works. For a large part of the rainbow I'm color blind.
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