It is also a time where, sitting at my desk, I think, I’m so lucky, so few others are privileged see this gradual lightening of the sky, these colors, sometimes subtle, sometimes blazing, as the sun slowly claims the sky. The sunrise is a free and magnificent experience, available every single day. Watching the mountain emerge from darkness, it could be Everest for all the many ways she returns to me, one morning, the light striking sharply on her summit, another, she is shrouded in clouds, or even the days when a circle of pink-tinted clouds sit on her peak like a magical little hat. Each and every day, summer and winter, Monadnock returns in a different way. There is no need to leave home in order to see some of the most subtle yet most moving displays of natural beauty.
We have just had a hurricane pass by us. It was much touted on the television news, which was appropriate because it started out, in the south, as a Category 4, a very strong storm indeed with winds of 145 mph. But as it made its way north, it weakened and by the time it drew up parallel to us, it was just a tropical storm. But, we all thought, we all hoped, it would bring us badly needed rain. It didn’t. Instead we had a day or two of high winds, a few brief showers, and cold temperatures, a bold contrast from the blistering heat we’d been having.
I had friends for dinner on Saturday night. The clouds all day had been dramatic and beautiful, great swaths of white and gray across a blue sky, departing brushstrokes from the now distant storm. As the day came to an end, big dollops of pure white clouds sat on the horizon like whipped cream. We were sitting inside for the first time all summer as the air was so chill, watching the clouds and exchanging our news when a big bar of color rose out of the sky. Rainbow! We rushed outside to see, just a line rising in the sky, no arc, but radiant colors, red, yellow, green, blue. I thought I should get my camera but felt it would be gone by the time I got back. It wasn’t raining where we stood but apparently it was in the distance. The sun was angling down toward its resting place. As the colors began to fade and we turned to go back inside, the show suddenly strengthened and the colorful bar rose into the mythical arch of a full and magnificent rainbow. We all stood in silence as it grew stronger, then widened into a double rainbow, each end landing in the trees. We waited for the unicorns and the pot of gold. These are the ways that the days break in my strangely infinite daily calendar, not a Sunday or a Tuesday or a holiday but a sunrise or a rainbow or a particularly magnificent show of stars in an early morning sky.
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