My daughter and I started the day like most that came before it. With each day getting longer, our morning routine was a bit brighter. On our way out the door she stopped dead as I turned to shut the door. When I turned back to walk off the porch, still standing there silent, she threw her arm out to stop me. I looked at her to see what was the matter. She never said a word. She was just staring off into the East. I turned to see what she was staring at and what I saw shook me to my core. The sky was a brilliant red that cast a pinkish hue on everything in its midst. The underside of undulating clouds heralding the sun in celebration of a new day. The ice on the trees cradled tiny shimmering rubies. I sight not soon forgotten….
We both stood there silent, captivated by the beauty of the moment, just taking it all in. After a while she broke the silence and said “one of these let’s sit out here and paint that.” And I gleamed with pride brighter then that morning sun.
-Adam J. Steele