“And yet day and night meet fleetingly at twilight and dawn, and their merging sometimes affords the beholder the most enchanted moments of all the twenty four hours. A sunrise or sunset can be ablaze with brilliance and arouse all the passion, all the yearning, in the soul of the beholder.” – Mary Balogh

The Sun came up rather slowly today—reluctant, it seemed. As if to say, she wasn’t quite ‘ready’ to begin the pace of this day. In desperation, she clung to the horizon’s edge—until the moon’s final dip slipped her grip.

At first, a delicate amber found its place against the cloud’s billowing edges—while smoldering embers kindled her fiery red, and ribbons of soft spun gold danced within the trees.

And, here we sit each and every day—enchanted by her radiance.

You see, my darlings, sometimes it’s that slower rise that yields the greatest warmth of all.