Briefly Gorgeous

 I watched the sun rise yesterday.  It happens around 7 am these days.

 For a short while, it was a neon scar in the cloud bank above the Wikwemikong penninsuala.

I was reminded of the novel I read last month where the author talked about the sunset and compared it to a human life.

"relative to the history of our planet,
an individual life is so short,
a blink of an eye - 
so gorgeous, even from the day you're born to the day you die,
be gorgeous only briefly....
the sun sinking in a few crushed minutes,
it changes the way things are seen, including ourselves -  
sunset, like survival,
exists only on the verge of its own disappearing.
To be gorgeous, you must first be seen..."  Ocean Vuong

 A sunrise is also briefly gorgeous, but more hopefuly so than a sunset.

 A sunrise promises an entire day ahead.

 Later that day, I started a new stitch project.

 Clear and simple.  Black and white.

and this morning, I continue.