Painted brushstrokes across the sky.
Yesterday I spoke about the possibility of sleeping a little later on clear mornings to wait for the sun to break over the city skyline. This morning was a perfect example of why I don’t do that. It was supposed to be a clear morning, and when I woke up around 4:50am I looked out the window and the absence of clouds in the sky made me consider sleeping a little while longer. I didn’t, and it was a good thing because even on what appear to be clear mornings, clouds can appear from seemingly out of nowhere and put on a spectacular show of colors as the sunlight begins to fill the sky at dawn.
It just goes to show how unpredictable things can be and how sometimes you just have to move forward and hope for the best.