Morning's promise

Sunrise approaching the winter solstice, especially in the city, feels really late.  Yesterday and today the sun perched over the garage roofs around 8 am.  

The cats have little tolerance for late breakfast.  Buster tromps across my stomach at summer sunrise time demanding sustenance.  Crystal, with gentle persistence, purrs in my face.  They get their breakfast, and I'm glad to be up.

I love the promise of dawn at all times of the year.  Mary Baker Eddy describes this promise succinctly,

"Morning.  Light; symbol of Truth; revelation and progress."

Here's a summer sunrise photo taken at the foot of the Rockies.  Morning with all its promise cascades a palate of pinks across an blue-sky canvas.