I've been getting up earlier these days, but it hasn't always been that way.
After my last baby graduated high school, I slipped into getting up later.
After raising both of them for the last 26 years, it seemed like a luxury.
And it was :)
But, in the last year or so, the little alarm clock in my head started ringing before the sun rose.
Especially in the winter.
We don't have daylight savings time here in Arizona, so the sun rises around 7:30 am in the winter and sometime around 5 am in the summer.
The benefit to waking up early is obvious...
A glorious sunrise I spotted the other day out my window.
Of course, I'm crazy and ran outside to take pictures of it in my pjs, while it was around 25 degrees.
The lady walking her dog was kind enough not to say anything ;)
I wasn't crazy enough to stay out there long, so I caught the rest of it from inside my warm little kitchen, while enjoying a cup of coffee, fresh from my percolator.
Soon the birds were chirping and I was outside once again pouring warm water in the birdbath to unfreeze it.
But in that moment before, with the blood red sky and no sound at all, it was glorious.
A new day.
With all the possibilities ahead of me.
Isn't it wonderful?