Waking up to a sunrise is a wonderful thing in the deep, dead of winter. Mornings are difficult when they’re deep and black – there’s little incentive to get up and get going. But watching this morning’s sunrise bloom in the sky, washing out last night’s thin crescent moon still in the background, brought an immediate smile to our faces.
Even my 8-year-old daughter was impressed, greedy for the light. She insisted on getting an image of her own.