Having a home facing west has really taught me that I have been missing the nuances of dawn - The subtleties of the morning.
No longer am I blinded by the bright white of the sun climbing, reaching up over the clouds striking the sky with verdant clashes and clangs of color - now I am allowed to be wide-eyed, open-eyed, allowed to see the morning stretch and yawn, witness the bay lap awake, birds are not swooping, flying startled from the brightness of the rising flames of the sun, but instead birds are wending their way along the shore fetching their morning snacks as I drink my coffee, as I watch the pink haze of morning warmly greet us on the west-side.
