The sunrise turns the trees black.
The moon keeps getting stuck in the trees.
Tiny pine cones on a tree I didn’t know made them.
The pattern of ice on the gate to the Dog Park looks like a map.
This might actually be two stones, but I don’t know how to separate them from each other, so…
Walking with the dogs in the cold dawn this morning, a warm breeze touches the top of my head and my face. Suddenly, I find myself in my body, in the moment.
I look up at the sky.
“Whoa…”
The clouds billow like smoke from the fire orange bottom. It looks like a volcano erupting.
picture of this morning's sunrise by Tracy Steele
another view: the sky this morning over Colorado State University
Open Space Practice, (AKA: A Thousand Shades of Gray) 