filled with sun

Sitting in my chair I look out over Eureka Valley. The sliver of a moon

hangs in its final moments of glory before the sun takes over. The sky glows

in the East, a hint of what's to come. As I sip my coffee a blaze of light

fills everything and from behind the hill I see the sun rise on a new day.

And everything is fresh. And everything is alright.

Done