My back yard sits on a small lake and faces the east. I take great joy to time my second cup of coffee around dawn when the rising sun fills the sky with brilliant colors.
When the lake is smooth, it reflects a mirror image of the radiant palette that only God can create. Occasionally, there is a soft wind blowing and the colors from the sky above move and change as the water ripples.
Sometimes the geese and ducks leave a triangular trail behind them as they glide across the luminosity of the water, catching different hues and nuances and casting a glow like prisms. The widening ripples from a splashing fish gives depth and character to the beautiful view.
There is always a different scene, a myriad of colors, and with it a promise of a new day. One that is full of possibilities and hope.