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Out my window, the sun has come up. My window faces south-ish; I cannot see the sun.
But I can see its touch.
In the background, a sky of heavy grey clouds, touched here and there with paler grey, sun-thinned. In the foreground, the dark bulk of the evergreens and a few deciduous trees, the leaves of the latter gone to red-orange and highlighted to brilliant color by the sun in their upper reaches. In the middle, the building opposite, and its parking lot.
Left sides of cars shimmer silver and red; right sides are shadowed grey and darker red. The building face is a pale, highlighted tan, and the windows are a smoky green where they resist the light. A single deciduous tree, still with its leaves, stands close to the building in a dusty sunlit green that is somehow a blend of mint and olive to my eyes.
It's a morning from a movie, cloud-touched, shadowed, sun-sparked, highlighted.
It's beautiful.
But I can see its touch.
In the background, a sky of heavy grey clouds, touched here and there with paler grey, sun-thinned. In the foreground, the dark bulk of the evergreens and a few deciduous trees, the leaves of the latter gone to red-orange and highlighted to brilliant color by the sun in their upper reaches. In the middle, the building opposite, and its parking lot.
Left sides of cars shimmer silver and red; right sides are shadowed grey and darker red. The building face is a pale, highlighted tan, and the windows are a smoky green where they resist the light. A single deciduous tree, still with its leaves, stands close to the building in a dusty sunlit green that is somehow a blend of mint and olive to my eyes.
It's a morning from a movie, cloud-touched, shadowed, sun-sparked, highlighted.
It's beautiful.