So I'm siting at the kitchen table, tapping this out, munching on a granola bar and watching the sun rise. Yes, it's 8:22 and the sun, here, is just rising. Pretty isn't it.
The funny lights in the top one is from our Christmas lights in the living room reflecting in the window.
R, a great friend of mine, could tell you how much I love to watch sunsets. Sometimes on our little girls nights out we've driven quite out of the way just for a good view of the sunset. Once we even got a call from her worried husband who happened to be tracking her phone. Opps. But this morning I'm watching the sun rise from my kitchen table. This is huge. I had no idea I could see it rise from inside my house. Maybe it's the time of year? Like the sunsets we see rarely in the fall when the days are just the right length? I'm hoping not. I'm hoping that I've just been sleeping in and missing them and it's not some weird sun directional thing like the falls sunsets.
