The Pink Morning
As we circled the house for the last lap of our morning walk, I noticed pink fog above the hills across the road. It had been a pink morning. The eastern sky behind the house was pink when we started out and now the sun had risen enough to give the western sky a pink hue.
My ever-ready and well-prepared husband had his cell phone with him, so I asked to borrow it to capture the moment. I knew it was too risky to run in for my camera. I felt sure that the colors would change before I could get back, so I did the next best thing to capture the moment.
I was right. When we went inside, I did grab my camera. The fog was still there but, alas, it wasn’t pink anymore. I don’t like missed moments–especially missed moments with people I love. Sometimes I grieve them. I really haven’t changed from that little girl my mother said was always afraid she would miss something. That trait has made for a rich life and I’m thankful.
I hope you have a pink morning soon. If the sky isn’t pink, see if you can find a pink cheek to kiss.
Finally, brethren, rejoice,
be made complete, be comforted,
be like-minded, live in peace;
and the God of love and peace will be with you.
Greet one another with a holy kiss.
2 Corinthians 13:11-12
Okay, that’s a good challenge. I’ll go find a pink cheek to kiss.
It was a beautiful pink sunrise here this morning! I love how the fall sky looks at dawn. Thanks for sharing your “color blog” posts with us ~ love all the pretty pictures!