grouch

I am sorry that you felt you had to bury you self behind the shell you've created. (which is *quite* grouchy btw and has a mean streak) However, just because you made the choice to hide your awkwardness and venerability, does NOT mean that I should have made that same choice. Or that I should make that choice now, just because you regret the shell you made. So quit shoving your choice on me.

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setting the tattered flag on fire

The sunrise this morning was spectacular! At first the sky was grey and featureless- light slowly revealed...ah, there is a blanket of clouds...no not a blanket but a ragged swath of clouds, a tattered flag of surrender that was set fire by the sun as she rose. Pinks and golds, bright whites that set the sky a light!

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Gimlet and the Sprinkler

 I caught glimpses out the windows in the gym this morning of the sunrise. Yep, the gym. how'bout them apples? Which meant that Gimlet had his morning outside in the dark this morning. Which he liked. He also had his first interaction with the sprinklers that come on quite suddenly with a gurgle and a hiss at 5:30am. I don't think he liked that part so much..

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Aug. 6

It was a thick morning this morning. Dawn's windows remained rather bleakly blank of bright color, just a wash of a sickly goldgreen. I had the monologue from my new routine running on auto pilot in my head..a soft soundtrack for the strangely quiet morning. What was it again? Insipid? In spite? I always get stuck in the same place... Inspire?
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graduation day

This morning was early, however there was a cool breeze that carried away a night of upsetting dreams from my soggy head. They sky was a lovely shade of navy that was some how comforting and encouraging. Dawn's window were just beginning to fill with the gold light of hope as I got ready to start my day. Here we go..

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Samurai Grasshopper

Little did Gimlet know that Grasshopper he was chasing this morning was a Samurai warrior, just looking for one last great battle.They had a merry chase through the damp grass- with Gimlet getting the grasshopper by just the very bottom of one back leg and was proudly bringing him to me, when- in an amazing maneuver the Samurai brought his body around and bit Gimlet's nose and rode his face like a cowboy on a bronco!

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company

I had company this morning, a hawk- looking faintly disgusted, perched on the railing along the edge of the lawn, about 25 yards away. We spend a few moments, me with a idiot smile on my face, just looking at each other. *Without breaking eye contact*, he turns his back to me, lifts his tail feathers and shoots out a stream of excrement. He stared at me a breath more, shrugged and leapt in to the air.

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Karo Syrup

the building right behind us, gets the dawns light slowly poured over the top of it, like Karo's syrup, just ever so slowly skimming down. The building that is to the left and in direct view of the sun, it's almost as if the brick and vinyl siding just start to glow, just ever so softly and gets more and more warm till the whole eastern side is lit seemingly from within with gold warmth.
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Jackie

this morning I had a gold grasshopper in one of my plants. He leapt out when I watered the plant to hug the iron railing, then danced around it when I tired to get a better look at him. He reminded me of Jackie Chan with his quick little mincing steps as we chased each other around the iron railing. A fun way to start the morning... bastard better not be eating my echinacea..

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Envy

My new apartment over looks a green belt that runs through the middle of the 'plex. I have a tremendous view of the western sky above the tress and the other buildings. I could see in the east facing windows a watery refection of what must have been an amazing sunrise of lava pinks. I tried not to be envious..and to enjoy the light dusting of pink painted on western clouds.

Doroth Lamour

The clouds along the horizon made a volcano shape that was erupting with pink light and gold dog rays, the fluffy rounded clouds above were blue white gilded with gold. The sun rose out of the volcano like Dorothy Lamour in "Road to Singapore" with a bright orange flower in her apricot curls. I could hear Bob and Bing singing to her. What a fun morning!

papered Moon

a pearlesent moon was papered fat and full against the western horizon. She was so transparent that you could see the undecided sky behind her. (the sky this morning could not decide if it was blue or grey) Even the sun, who was rising with some gold and white grandeur in the East, stopped his ascension an admired the simple beauty and joy that softly sang in the west.

 I saw Peter Gabriel last night, mymanJim came along with me. He had taken many of his songs and had a gent by the name of John Metcalfe arranged them for an orchestra. It was an incredible show. They had filled the theater with fog that pulsed with a brilliant red light. On the stage was a lit screen that was about 8 feet tall and that was where the red light came from. We had good seats although, I almost missed it just because I was so excited to be there, I was wrapped up in my excitement and it took two songs to be *present* at the concert.  To be there, reacting instead of acting out. The show opened with two numbers from a lady who was introduced with out fan fare by P.G. himself. After her numbers, the show just simply started with "Heros" by David Bowie. I was still so excited to just BE THERE that I wasn't in the moment until his third song. It was just in His third number was "Hold On' and it was heartbreakingly moving. 

He played my two favorites: Washing and Salisbury Hill - Washing also had me in tears. "Don't Give Up" had me sobbing as it is a theme song for where mymanJim and I are in life, it seems. Biko was good. Fear, was amazing and inspiring. I have to find my UP album and put it in to my rotation again. MymanJim mentioned that his music is so dark, and yet I feel there is hope in that darkness, always. Hope that things will get better if action is put behind that hope. I think it is why I love his music as much as I do. 

Happy sigh. 

 

going to see peter tonight!

I love the trick of the light that takes the round shape of the sun, which is fixed, and makes it mailable as the sun seemed to pour herself up through the clouds like thick honey through pink and white marbled clouds. It was just lovely.

June13 2011

the morning was not too sticky, which was nice. The India red rubber ball of a sun cam up from the trees playing tricks-  seemingly behind one tree and in front of another. The culvert has dried up so the heron must seek her breakfast elsewhere, the crickets were still very quiet though, waiting to see if perhaps she'll be back-  hungry.
          Song quote of the morning: "Don't get your feathers in a fuss, Lady Íkaros, come away with me"

June 10th 2011

the dawn was freckled in the north, with cute pink clouds. made for a lovely back drop for the white heron daintily eating her breakfast of hapless little frogs from the pond overflow.

June 8th 2011

 She is an early riser. Especially in the summer. I don't know how she does it, She stays up late and is first up and at'em. In the winter it's a bit of a different story, but when it's cold a dreary outside, who can blame her for having a bit of a lie in, right? We all want too. But yea, the summer is a different story all together. Wish I had one hundredthousandth of her energy...





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June 7th 2011

I left early for work today (by accident rather than design) and though the sun came up big, red and mean the light she cast was rosy, golden and deeeelightful playing across the muscles of the men who were changing their shirts on the side of the road getting ready to mount (giggle) some scaffolding along the 121 and Tollway construction. I almost ran up the curb... hummmmmm :)

June 3 2011

it was a modernest sunrise this morning. There were a few moments, as the sun was just ballanced on the horizon, the clouds were cross hatch swaths of pink. just bold broad short stripes that worked their way up in to the sky, fading to a V of pink. The sun was that bright pink that little girls think is red.

June 2 2011

The sunrise was pretty with it's 15 Denier Tricot clouds back lit pink. What was really kinda cool was about 15 min.s after sunrise, I could see the shape of the sun behind the tricot, but *above* the sun, there was painfully bright lemon light. A huge halo. I hadn't seen that before!

June 1 2011

I peeked through the blinds just long enough to see the pre dawn color collapse. I only got a tiny glimpse of the sun as she tip toed out of bed and in to the clouds overhanging the horizon.

May 2011

May 2

yes, yes I am wearing a pink shirt with a black bra. I was a little distracted this morning. What with going to see Michelle tomorrow an' all :)

May 3

This is Jessica Dawn reporting to you live from her apartment.The sun is in deed rising as we speak. Behind me you can see a pale rose glow - you can see where is bright pink with just a little bit of gold- gentle viewers-that is where the sun will rise up over the horizon- OH there look quick the sun is coming! What a moment ladies and gentlemen, what a moment! (next to the lady bug post, this one got a lot of "likes". )

May 4

Morning dawns in Chicago and I am with a bevy of beauties whose colorful personalities certainly rival the grey sunrise. :)

May 5

I woke this morning from dreams of rhinestones and feathers to hips that ache, thighs that are sending in a request for a day off (already? the second day hasn't started yet!) and a head swimming with concepts and definitions. I am quite, quite happy. :D

May 6

This morning finds me missing mymanJim, everything from the waist down filing a complaint about the new exercise regime (even muscles I didn't know were in the butt have filled out the long form in triplicate) and full of gratitude for this opportunity, to feel this sore, to have learned so much and still have one more day to go. :)

 May 9

This morning the sun rose playing coyly through clouds, whirling within the grey veils, sometimes revealing her shape, sometimes just the light. Teasing the humidity further up as she ascended. Gonna be a sticky day today..

May 10

this morning saw a thick layer of grey along the horizon that had a raspberry cream filling in the middle. It went well with my coffee and the blustering wind.

May 11

wow, last week is catching up to me today! the Dorian grey on gray sunrise only made me more cranky and irritated to be awake. I do feel guilty though, for startling the blue heron off the pond with my temperamental morning door slamming. He almost matched the skies perfectly, he was such a pretty mottled cloud color.

May 12

I missed this morning sunrise, however the sunset last night was AHmazing. The end of the storm front was painted gilt that slowly coalesced in to a drop of inspiration that fell ever so slowly from the clouds, seemingly to almost hang like a drop of water on a blade of grass. It was just beautiful.

well that's one for the books, ladies and gents. That sunset was rock and roll at level 11. Creation himself must've come down to direct it. just enough order to frame it prettily and the rest was just Chaos in all his glory: sex, fantastic colors and shapes, shadows and rays- incredible! I need a cigaret...or a hookah mebbe..

May 13

The clouds sent to attend upon the sun this morning blushed a delicate shade of pink at the sight of their sex rumpled mistress rising up over the horizon. Her sleep ruddy countenance faded away and the afterglow of an amazing sunset burned quite quickly through the flimsy veil her handmaidens used to try and hide her behind. It was not a morning for modesty but full revelation in the light of a new day.

May 16

We had not one but TWO "stars" gracing the early morning sky. They were set in the most pale blue of sky bracketed on one side by a dusky apricot sunrise. The natural setting really showed off the brilliant sparkle of the jewels of the early morning sky.

May  17

The sun rose from her violet satin sheets, clutching a rose pillow for just a moment before setting it aside to rise in her full golden glory looking so young and fresh- not a day over 20 let alone 4.5 billion years... the bitch.

May 18

Subtly the light slowly brightened this morning. The only color on the horizon was the pale blush colored hookah smoke that wreathed the sun as she prepared to rise. The was a brief moment of golden light that was quickly smothered by the grey clouds- THAT WEREN'T SUPPOSE TO BE HERE UNTIL FRIDAY. harumph.

Jeff N: Was clear skies in ATX last night with the moon shining so bright you'd think it was some sort of space cop hitting you with a spotlight and asking "What's going on here, then?"

Angela V:But did you see that the clouds did to the moon last night? So Beautiful and Delightfully Spooky! (^_^)

May 19

19-5-2011 (my best jacques cousteau voice) It iz day tree of not having coffee in zhe house. Zhe does no appear to remember zat zhe needz the coffee until zhe is standing 'elpless at za counter - looking at za kettle in stupefaction. I would interfere, 'owever one must no tamper width zhe species. Zey will survive on zere own or zey will parish. Sadly, zere is no much hope for zis one. (also very popular)

May 23

There were fast moving modernest blob clouds low in the sky, behind them were some beautiful rounded textured Michelangelo clouds, behind them were streaks of white clouds high up in the atmosphere. It must have been clean out the studio this morning. Had to get rid of all the left over bits that have been clogging up the studio.

may 24th

leaden skies that drizzled met me on my balcony this morning. The mist was cool on my skin, the dark morning soft on my eyes. The street lights, each with its' own iridescent aura from the moisture, brought to mind the lamp post in Narnia- keepers of the path to a gateway to... someplace else.

May 25th

The morning seemed to be very tired after all the antics of last night. The crew gave us very little color or slight of hand. I did have a spider rebuilding a huge web to catch her breakfast off the balcony. Though with all the birds around our 'plex I have to wonder if she'll be breakfast.

May 26

There was a smear of clouds right at the horizon, where the sun would rise and pre dawn was just lovely because of it. Cloud colors went from purple pansy, to 80's pink, to strawberries and cream, to gold. I was just going to step out for just a moment and was nearly late in leaving for work. It was like looking through a kaleidoscope -each color highlighted different shapes in the clouds.

May 27

I think Jim Hensen must've been the artist for the sunrise this morning. The colors were so bright and cheerful. The grass field was emerald green and glittered with dew. A bluebright white heron delicately picked her way across a shimmering silver stream. The sun rose a beautiful apricot orange with a rose and pale lavender backdrop. It was farie tale magic this morning.

May 31

Pulsing hot pinks and sinister vague shapes in the clouds with a sun that was molten orange when she rose. Kinda foreboding for a sunrise....

 

 

 

 

April 2011

April 1

my cup overflows this morning. Not only was there a spiritually inspiring pre dawn with the tree of life shaped like a cloud, silver sliver of a moon against the painfully rich indigo sky with the barest blush of brick red along the horizon (Venus was being stand offish) with Peter Gabriel's sensual rhythms pounding out of my stereo-

• Jessica D: Not only was there a gift of a caramel Macchacito on my desk when I got in
  

   but the woman who I used to see riding her bike in every morning- till a few months ago when I saw her bike surrounded by fireman and she was no where to be seen- WAS BACK ON THE ROAD. All sassy in her black leathers and brunette braid! I was so happy to see her back in the saddle!!
  

  And I just have to say that if you haven't sat and watched the sunrise with "14 black paintings" rumbling out your stereo- you are missing out. Seriously.
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  Lisha W: Awesome morning! I too enjoyed the glimpses of sunrise I got while getting ready this morning.
  

  Angela V: I walked out to toss some stuff in the garbage bin and was stopped in my tracks by the brilliantly lit, apricot cloud poofs to the northeast. Stunning!

  April 4

  I was woken just a few minutes from my alarm this morning by the sonorous rumble of distant thunder. I went out to the balcony to watch the lighting play in the clouds like puppies just let out of the house, zipping back and forth or just chasing it's tail in wild circles, sometime just stamping down with a big bark only then to get back up and starting running round again. I was late to my workout. :)

  April 5

  It was a whimsical sunrise this morning as there was a whirl of pink cloud just at the horizon that looked much like the whirl of magic when a genie comes out of a bottle. I wonder who found the lamp?

  April 6

  The eastern skies had leviathan orangey pink salmon slow-motion leaping along the horizon at dawn this morning. Very showy and pretty... However to the west there was a soft romantic robin egg blue sky that had the most subtle gradation in to soft rose then back to blue, just soothing and delightful. I think there was a celestial graffiti artist trying to break in to the eastside gig...

  April 7

  though the morning was Dorian Grey- the radio was bound and determined to make sure it was painted with the neon pinks and greens of laughter and silliness. Among many other chuckles- Did you know that today in International Beaver day? The radio DJ's were encouraging us to celebrate the beaver today! I'm wondering if I should throw a party? Maybe find a beaver to paint bright happy colors? Give it a party hat? ;)

  Have I mentioned I love where I work? A 72 year old Japanese man, no taller than a mite, just showed me how the Venetian Waltz is done- just by himself in our lobby. As graceful as any I've ever seen, full of joy. Where else could this happen?!

  April 8

  There was a low layer of concrete grey clouds, broken in to jagged pieces through which I could see a field of cotton balls that were shaded bright cream to delicate pink in this mornings sunrise.

  April 11

  This morning felt a bit like I was in a loony tunes cartoon- one where someone takes off running really fast and leaves a rooster tail of dust behind them? Perhaps it was a Greek cartoon as instead of dust it was a silver plume of cloud that came from a point to wash over the buildings and traffic across Frisco, the rising sun putting her silver filigree along the edges. (I'm guessing it was Hermes with a VIM)

  April 12

  This morning I saw a small wooded valley that was submersed in a thick white fog, the kind that zombies slowly shuffle out from. I was so busy thinking about the best way to get help if somehow my car mysteriously broke down and skidded the couple of miles off the road and in to the creepy zombie laden fog- that I missed the sunrise and a dear friend trying to get my attention on the 121...

  April 13

  before the apricot sun rose, while her eyes were still bruised with a smear of violet and a little red from lack of sleep, thin wispy clouds high in the atmosphere were lit blue white, startling against the pale morning sky. The shapes reminded me of white capped ocean waves on a windy day. Sigh... I miss the ocean.

  April 14

  I had a Harry Potter moment as I drove down the toll way, the lights in the section that I was driving in winked out- 3x in a row! I'd get through one in to the next and they'd wink out. It was fun. Then as I was driving by my work there was a round hole in the clouds along the horizon that a honey colored beam of light was shooting out of straight up to the grey sky! It's one of the strangest sights I've seen.

  April 15

  This morning the sun rose simply, without fanfare or or slight of hand behind some clouds. She rose bright- casting long shadows on the ground. It reminded me of walking to school as a kid, and playing with my long shadow with it's gangly arms and scarecrow legs. I would be jealous of it stretching out so far a head of me and I wanted to be _there_ already a half a block a head where my shadow was.

  April 16

  Think I'll start the morning with a hookah on my porch and dream of what I'm going to plant this year. (Other than the thyme I had to rescue from Market St.. poor guy was having a rough *time* of it there)

  April 18

  This morning walking out of the gym from my workout, the humidity just slapped a wet towel around my face and I nearly stumbled. Uggg... Welcome to springummer in Dallas. Not even 6am and though the sky was only just beginning to lighten, it was hot and sticky...

  April 19

  grey.

  April 20

  the skies this morning were as grey and thick as the smoke that would wreath around Cheech and Chong in their movies, keeping the morning mood mellow and easy... and man, the cops were freaking EVERYWHERE! Must be 4/20 ;)

  April 21

  The door to my balcony this morning opened up in to another world. I went out with my coffee to see if there was going to be a sunrise and I was transported to the middle of cloud. I was cloaked in a fine cool mist that softened the lights and hushed the crickets to a low purr. I am quite energized from the brief stay in a world between worlds. :)

   April 25

  bulbous clouds obscured the colors of the sunrise this morning... However I think someone said something as the clouds after a bit abashedly outlined their tops with white and pale apricot- kinda like a tom boy who is beleaguered into wearing a minimal amount of make up for a date. It was on only for a moment then scrubbed back to grey and darker grey.

  April 26

  this morning brought me a driving companion. A small lady bug had perched it's self on my windshield. I thought for sure once the car started moving it would have taken off, however he stayed for nearly the whole trip in. Zipping down the 121, it was hunkered down and I could hear the theme of Hawaii 5-O going in the background. I think he was having the time of his life. ( I think this one has the most "likes" of any I have done to date) 

  April 27

  I think the sun has just about had it. He threw out some screaming yellow, his arms in a big Y as he rose above the horizon defeating the attempts of the clouds to hide his rising. Take that! harumph.

  April 28

  I sat out on the balcony to watch the sunrise this morning (I am really proud of my self for making the time to do so) and it was so worth it. There is a drainage ditch that runs in front of the 'plex and this morning the water changed colors three or four times, reflecting the blue, peach, pinks and liquid silver of the sky.

  We were talking to our apt. manager about how we are planning to move to Colorado. She looked at us with deep concern and says "You know, they are *very* liberal out there in Colorado. You may want to think about that before you move. *Very* liberal." I NOT giggle snort at her ( a feat I consider worthy of an academy award) I was able to just nod and say "Oh? That's... something to consider"

  April 29

  the sunrise parfait layers of pink, rose and blues had a shiny crescent moon hanging a bit high on the horizon. The magical part was while the sky was still a bit full of night three ducks flew past me in to the sunrise -against the silver moon. Spielberg would have dumped the footage for being to contrived. It was loverly.

   

   

   

 

March 2011

March 1

The sunrise I shared with Rachel Bryce this morning was loverly. A band of dark chocolate orange against the dark blue velvet of the late (early?) evening sky. The moon, a silver crescent and Venus was lighting the way for true dawn. (what, you didn't know Rachel Bryce and I did yoga in the mornings Tuesdays/Thursdays? man, we are like *this*... yea most mornings I hate her but I love the way I feel when I'm done)

March 2 

This morning I was up late and so only just caught the last bit of a marvelous fuchsia pre-dawn washed along the beautifully swept graphite clouds. The best part was as I walked out of my apartment, I startled a majestic blue heron to wing it's way across the pond where the faint light of dawn was still reflected on the water.

March 3

I was sad as I thought I had missed out on the sunrise (spring is on her way, she is getting up earlier and earlier) however when I got outside the sky where the sun was rising was a hot pink globe and up in the sky was a contrail that the wind had shaped in to a giant quill- like what you see Shakespeare holding and the light had dyed the feather pink as well. So I got a bit of fun this morning after all!

March 4

Dawn this morning was - what, you think cause I had the day off my loving, caring husband wouldn't have gotten me out of bed at 6am? Why, that's a whole HOUR that I got to sleep in! What a guy, hunh? Don't be to jealous... regarding the sunrise AT 6AM ON MY DAY OFF... it was gray and cloudy. and dark. and grumpy.

Happy Birthday, Beloved. It's been a gift beyond measure to have shared so many of the years you have spent dancing 'round the sun. I am very much looking forward to the dancing we've still to do- an' hope that we get to do dance together. :)

March 7

this morning I missed the sunrise... but I did not miss the chance to snuggle with Jim. :)

March 8

This morning going out to work in the slowly lightening grey upon .... well, grey morning, there was a drake sitting on the sidewalk in front of the apartment next door- bold as you please. I looked out on to the grass and saw a hen standing, looking at him as if to say- "ya- that's not brave- that's dumb. I'm not sure your genetic code gets to move forward.."

March 9

I caught the sun just as she was going up in to the layer of clouds that were low to the horizon, leaving behind a lake of gold butter light that clumps of mashed potatoes were swimming in... maybe I should have breakfast...

March 10

The rose light of morning turned the world into a chapel of harmony. For just a few moments the connection to all and the quiet hush of reverence was there. And it was good.

March 11

my sunrise contemplations this morning were shattered with the news of the earthquake in Japan and resulting Tsunami. My prayers are with those affected and hopes for safety for those who may still be in the path of danger.

March 14

so I am waiting on the sunrise, wondering what could be keeping her in bed for so long when by now certainly, she has unveiled her work of art for the day and..DUH. I'm not concerned though, she'll be rising at 6 soon enough...

March 15

the sunrise Herself with her rosy outlook on softly pebbled clouds, was indeed lovely to see. However.... I'm getting to leave again at that magic time, when there is just enough light to light the edge of the world, yet if you look up the sky is still full of stars. I love moments that speak of hope and that breathless moment before the sky truly lightens and the stars begin to fade- speaks to me of hope. A new day.

March 16

Venus was the "star", this morning, everyone else stayed tucked in nice and snug under the cloud cover. I am quite envious as this time change is now starting to kick my butt, I'dve liked to stayed tucked in my bed too...

March 17

Thoughts of snakes "driven out" of their home and out of hearts- the "my way or the highway/ daddy knows best"- kind of attitude gloaming my thoughts this morning on my way in. The plum skies washed with an orange sodium glow added to the sullen mood in the car. I still wear green today though. hummmmmm

March 18

YEAYYYYYYY FRIDAY IS HERE!! Though the morning may seem flat and featureless,(though I think those with a slightly higher view got on heck of sunrise) the birds are singing like Louis Armstrong and my excitement for the weekend to begin puts a lovely rosy cast on the start of the day..

March 21

The cold shower reality of Monday morning was not lightened with the sunrise this morning...as there wasn't much of one just grey in to gray. Maybe we're just getting the yuck out of the way first and the rest of the day will be brighter. Gotta be open to the possibility...

sunburn+bra straps+Monday morning- great weekend= irritated Jess with random 'bouts of cheesy grins.

March 22

As I dropped mymanJim off at work this morning I looked up to the dawn and saw that the clouds had gathered up their dusky plum skirts and with a hand holding their soft violet hats and with ribbons trailing, were proceeding at a nearly unladylike rush across the turquoise sky.

March 23

The sun on the horizon was the exact color of the butterscotch candies that my grandfather would keep in the car for long drives, turning what was a lackluster sunrise in to memories of traveling the country with my grandparents. I even turned the radio to the classical station, just for nostalgia.

March 24

Though the night sky was pulled close up to her chin, Dawns cheeks were blushed a dusky red- certianly not a maidens blush... I wonder what she was dreaming of early this morning..

March 25

In the strong breeze the air is heavy with moisture that carries on it the smell of the recently plowed earth of the field across from my work. I can smell the new growth; damp budding leaves of new grass and the fresh peppery smell of the new bright green oak leaves and wet dirt. The grey of early morning cannot hide that spring has tickled her fingers across the land.

March 28

My car, Toothless, was disguised as a shark when I got out to drive to work this morning. He was covered in tiny glittering silver mist droplets all over, looking a lot like shark skin....if shark skin glittered... and could be wrapped around a car...The soft focus of the lights in the mist added an almost underwater feel... kinda.

March 29

The bright sunny yellow daffodils that I brought in to work are my sunshine this morning as it seems that the sun has graciously made way for some rain (I hope) to feed the growth for spring... or like everyone else, the sunrise budget was over spent so it's cheap and easy to just pull in some massive cloud cover and be done with it.

March 30

this morning seem to be viewed from a 1940's Vaseline smeared camera lens. Soft focus, blurry and because of the humidity- a bit slimy as well.

March 31

It was a Eeyore morning, "hoohum another grey day, just like yesterday and the day before that." slowly I could see fissures of light in the east "oh well, it might lighten up, but I doubt it." when I got to work I could see that there were only a few clouds in the east, the west was blue, the gold sun reflected off the cars and a pink haze filled the eastern sky. Lovely. Eeyore said "you'll probably get sunburned."

 

 

 

 

Feb 2011

Feb 2

the brief moment of the sun rise that I caught was beautiful. The sun had risen in to the clouds however there was a tower of light underneath gold and white and it lit the cloulds around it quite dramaticly, if sofly. A Beethoven overture.

Feb 4

so mymanJim was making a drinking game of the traffic reports this morning on the news. Anytime anyone said "situation" or "actually" he'd holler "drink"! It was a good thing it was only OJ, or he'd be completely wasted already. Might be a fun game to play tonight though...If we can get to the liquor store and re-stock..

Feb 5

the sunrise on the snow was just picturesque. I was hoping that the light would be reflected and the pinks and gold were gently washed over the the hills the shadows a pretty plum. Worth getting up for this morning for sure.

Feb 7

sunrise crested over dusty streets and yards with patches of grey dirty snow, even the colors she wore were muted and drab. Traffic though, moved briskly, taking the bitter pill of being expected back at work with almost an eager will...

Feb 10

today's sunrise, I'm sure was quite lovely. I think I even remember some pinks reflecting off the steam from one the factory's that we pass getting in to work. However, most of it is lost in the testosterone fueled rage driving that Jim was in to this morning. I think my stomach is just now coming unclenched....

Feb 11

The sky was a pale unripe lemmon as we passed by the Cirque tents this morning. They tents were brightly lit with white light that made the striped curves and peaks leap forward from the lemony sunrise, like a childrens pop up book, cheerful and gleefully anticipatory rather than the sinister Ray Bradbury shadowed tired drape of sad fabrics that I was (for whatever reason) expecting to see.

Feb 14

The sunrise was loverly this morning. There was a small salmon colored spread of clouds along the horizon, that looked very sweet against the pale blue of the eastern sky.

Now that was a sunset for a day celebratin' love and passion!

Feb 15

the clouds this morning have better places to be and are moving along there quite swiftly. I love it when they are on the move and early morning light just ripples along them.

Angela V: I love when it is cool and humid like this. The air is so soft on my skin. 

Feb 16

the clouds today were the lazy ones from yesterday (I'm betting) as they are just kinda lying about with nothing else better to do than obscure the sunrise in my part of the world. All thick, and fleece like...and squishy... and quietly grey... makes me...sleeppyyyy

 Feb 17

patches of grey cloud were trying to stick together long enough to obscure the blushing pinks and porcelain blues of the sunrise, but I saw the colors anyway and rather than hide the sunrise, the cracked greys made it that much more fun to catch the delight behind them.

Feb. 21

I was fighting to stay awake on the drive in as the morning was soft greys on lighter grey, the clouds obscuring the dawns first colors but not the moon in the west. I pulled in to work and was gathering the courage to get out of the car when I noticed the sherbet sun was rising- burning off the haze of a full weekend. I can do this.

Feb 22

The sunrise on the way in had a "V" shaped clouds with a dark grey run along the horizon and a pink run opening into the west: in between were feather clouds of gold and white. The sun herself, when she came up, seemed to be in between the dark run of the "V" and the feathered clouds seemed behind her, Sally Rand style.I could almost see her wink, cheekily.

Feb 23

A brooding morning with shades of razor-blade. The sky has lightened to disaffected with the rise of the sun, though things still remain rather color blind. Spring has sprung in her own unique Texas way of random morning temperatures and mostly bland sunrises that can bleed in to beautiful days or...not. (using my new emo color crayons for the description!) 

Feb 24

the skies this morning are indeed Dorian grey, the heavy mist softens lights and turns an ordinary morning to a romance. Perhaps I am Eponine- singing of her unrequited love or maybe Lauren Bacall standing under a damp street light waiting on Humphrey... or maybe I'm at work...

mymanJim told me this morning he was going to give me a little romance next Friday. I was like "Oh? Romance?" he said "yea, I know it's kinda new for you." I nodded. "it's where we rent a chick flick, we sit to watch it together... and I fall asleep."

Feb 25

I looked up through my sunroof and was able to catch the dawns blush of peach on an airplane that was flitting though the patchy grey clouds. The plane winked at me, disappeared back in to the clouds, revealing the half moon, ghosting against the fragile blue sky.

Feb 28

I was out early to work out and the quiet hush outside seemed much like that moment when you wake and you know it's just before your alarm is going to go off and you really want to go back to sleep, but the anticipation of that alarm ringing- of dawn rising, that it keeps sleep at bay. The world was gathering it's self to wake up, but wasn't quite ready yet.

 

 

Jan 2011

Jan 3

missed sunrise this morning, however sleeping in was DElightful and I am enjoying my slow start to the last day of holiday hoopla. :)

Jan 4

well, since pre -dawn shuffled in with a lazy yawn of pale peach as her only contribution and Dawn stayed abed until well after I had gotten to work so I could only see the edges of her pink and gold costume - I vote that I get to go back home- paid. Perhaps its faulty logic, but its a good excuse as any, I think...

Jan 6

watching the *sneeze* morning slowly unfold, filling the southwestern sky *sniffle* with pretty plums and pinks, while the east is burnished golds. Happy to be facing the day*sneeze* - GODBLESSIT,my allergies better not be acting up!! grumblemuttermumble...

Jan 7

Northern clouds were brilliantly lit -desert oranges, browns against plum skies.In the south a lone streak of cloud remained stubbornly unlit.I had smug thoughts. Yesterdays fears of hate and fear winning- were groundless. Nature won't put up with it. As sunrise progressed, parts of the northern clouds fell out of favor and the southern cloud was lit in beautiful pinks. Nature likes to phuck with you

Jan 8

"and you pour yourself over me, like the sun though the blinds" sigh... what a beautiful sunrise... the best ones are the ones shared.

Jan 10

The swirls of the dry snow and dirt from icing down the roads, reflected silver curls swirling along the ground in my headlights this morning. I felt like I was in a Tim Burton cartoon... :)

Jan 11

I caught only the beginning of the sunrise this morning, but it was lovely. A white zin blush was across the low eastern horizon that blushed across the small cloud line that was just above my line of sight. Shyly sweet...

Jan 12

the sunrise was epic. One of those primeval ones, with dinosaurs an' everything. Started with just a touch of color on the huge mass of cloud. Then the horizon glowed hot red and a volcano of light exploded across the clouds. First fuchsias, then bright marigold oranges with a martini olive sky behind it. The best part though for me, was the hole of blue sky, west in the cloudscape, the one the Lorax went through

jan 13

The gentle pre dawn was just a small glow in the eastern sky, slowly yet pervasively, pushing back The Nothing looming in from the west. Illuminating what at first I thought was going to be a dark day into scattered bits of insecurity, needless fears and a bright fuchsia of desire to live the day well.

Jan 17

Predawn wrapped me in gentle mist that left the world in soft focus, much like how I see my world with out my glasses on. Dreamy, comfortable and a lot less scary.

Jan 18

I like to admire her as she rides in to work, a few blocks from me, at about the same time I do. We "meet" on the 121 in Lewisville. She rides a very nice traditional bike, in full black leathers- auburn hair streaming out from under her helmet. Very dashing/romantic. Today her bike was on the median about a mile from work, surrounded by firemen and their trucks. My prayers are with her this grey, grey morning.

Jan 19

Did you see the moon this morning?! It was Anne Rice! So fat and full sliding sensually though the jagged clouds. It was easy to imagine myself walking through Louisiana with cypress trees draped in moss like Erte women- heels echoing hollowly on cobblestones-scorning the dawn at my back and walking in to the moon as she sets. Oh! It was so beautiful!!

Jan 21

you know those still sort of dreaming thoughts that run through your head as you are waking up? Mine today was "don't forget to write and tell them about the pumpkin shaped like the KoolAid man that was in the shower". - It was so important that I remembered it even when I woke all the way up. So there. I told you about it. :)

this mornings sunrise was lovely in its oranges and pinks.(there was even rocket trails on those 50's sci fi books- just at the horizon!) However- when we went out to my car this morning and got in- my windshield was covered in a *lovely* brocade of silver and white frost so finely detailed that the interlocking fan pattern was clearly visible, sparkling in the light. Mamma N does some amazing work...

Jan 24

carpooled in the morning so I am missing the sunrise. From just the little I can see around the corner in my office she seems to be sleepily stretching, a little rosy from just waking up, the clouds low on the horizon- sleep wrinkles on her cheek.

Jan 25

looks like someone forgot to order more cmyk for the sunrise crew and they had to water down what they had on hand to make it stretchhhh. There was just the most pale wash of rose, just on the clouds for just a moment for predawn and the sunrise is an even more pale rose in to a greyish plum. I'd hate to have been the admin who messed that up...

Jan 26

The half moon this morning set delicately next to a couple of stars (planets?- I guess along with that art class I need an astronomy class) the light from them bright and sharp even with the soft glow of morning in the east crowding in on their space, determined to stand their ground until washed away in the bright light of a day begun.

Jan 28

I watched the sunrise reflected in the pond in front of our apartment. Its cold enough that the water seems syrupy thick. The trees in syrup world, were wriggly and danced about, the half moon winked in and out to shy to stay too long and a pink contrail did the merengue across the sky. Things are very different in the syrup world. They party first thing in the morning.

 Jan 31st

After a lovely warm and bright weekend, this morning was very grey indeed- however there is plenty of silver lining if you bend it jusstt the right way, squint a little and relax.

 

Dec 2010

Dec. 1st

The dry air was so crisp and clear this morning, that all the street lights were bitter bright, sparkling glass drops on the predawn landscape. The crescent moon and Venus were radiant in the barely lit sky.

Dec 2nd

I love that when I leave for work in the morning, that dawn is just a sleepy smudge of color low on the eastern horizon, the stars are still out and the western sky is still dark and full of possibilities...

Dec 3rd

Barbie was the guest artist for the sunrise this morning. I was running late so by the time I got out to see the skies they were Barbie pink for as far as the eye could see with a delicate silver filigree crescent moon hanging just *so* on a patch of sugar crystal blue. I loved though that the colors deepened to apricot just for giving way to the sun, one can only stand so much pink...

Dec. 6th

The sunrise this morning was something else. A textured swath of orange gold stretched out of the east, heading south, where the clouds smoothed out and became pale rose and comforting violet. West quietly reflected a bit of the pink back towards the east- shyly wanting to be a part of the sunrise too.

Dec. 7th

today's sunrise was one of the most lovely yet, as Jim was riding in the car sharing it with me...

Dec. 8th

the sleepy leviathan clouds were rolling lazily along the grey morning sky scape this morning...

Dec. 9th

the sunrise was Disney, and I mean the psychedelic Disney- in pastels. The colors were just incredible, bright yet warm golds and yellows with pastel pinks and lavenders. The colors just rolled over each other as the dawn progressed- taking on different colors, textures... Every time I looked it was a different pallet. Waiter? I'll have what he had!

Lisha W: I just wanted to share what someone else on my FB said about the sunrise too "thinks that Lisa Frank must have designed the sunrise this morning. SO vivid, rich, and utterly gorgeous... no flying dolphins, though."

Dec 10th

Frank Frazetta seemed to be in charge of the sunrise this morning- something about the colors- the sky was an odd shade of green and the cloud had long menacing tentacles stretching west that went from neolithic orange to a sickly gold. I really wanted a huge hairless barbarian shouting his challenge to the day with his axe raised in his fist, when I rounded the corner of the 635 to face east...

Dec. 11:

Alicia H.

Inspired by Jessica Dawn's sunrise musings, I saw tonight's sunset as a soft glow of orange and pink on clouds that stretched across the vast Texas sky as the day sighed and relaxed into twilight's waiting arms

Dec. 13

The morning was crisp and clear and sadly, ingored. Even the sun rose without much fanfare, seemingly preoccoupied as much as everyone else with (I'm guessing) holiday to-do's and to-don'ts and to-forgets.

Dec. 14

the sun rose in to a crisp, clear morning, fresh with no mistakes in it. (as a favorite fictional red head would say)

Dec 15th

A friend yesterday was wishing for a clean slate, sotospeak, and I felt like the universe was doing her best to give her one this morning. The city was washed clean by rain (which has since moved on), leaving the air fresh; full of the smells of trees and grass. Even pre-dawn was nearly colorless, just a slow brightening- as if to say no preconceptions, no notions of beauty- just light, do with it as you will.

Dec. 16

the very tips of Dawns well manicured fingers reach the high clouds this morning, brushing the clouds pink, the only color this morning as sunrise was behind a wall of grey...

Dec 17

Predawn saw puffy pebbles of clouds that the pink light just barely danced down, reminding me much of an inverted stream bed. As the light got hotter and hotter, the the clouds that had looked soft and round just a few moment before were suddenly wispy textured flames like a prairie fire. This morning has been incredible. An hour later and the colors, though softer violets and white are still beautiful...

Dec 20th

the sunrise was quickly shadowed by fast moving clouds- perhaps to help those who get to sleep in today- get an extra hour of dreamtime. Lucky soinso's.

Dec 21st

Richard Wagner was the artist designing the sunrise this morning. The Eastern sky was a choppy sea of angry textured clouds colored nuclear orange and grimy golds against a puss green horizon. The South had cool pastel swaths of pinks and purples, North the sky was quietly paused, dark in my rear-view. The heavily full moon was deceptively fragile, swathed in silvered cloud at the Western horzion. 

Dec 22nd

"Cranky- your turn to do the sunrise". "snortcoughgurgglemy turn? sunrise? well sh**. Um ok- *touch of barely discernible purple* there. I'm going back to bed. More? Pink? grumble. *splat pink brush, brush* Done. I'm goin- why do you care if it's all clumpy and in one spot? Huff. Fine *slap smmeearrr* Happy?! Bed, here I- What?! What about the moon? She's there is she? Look *pop* here's the sun, it's up. l'm done!

Dec 23

cold pewter skies hid the sunrise this morning. Winter, *I* am glad you are making a token appearance this holiday weekend...

Dec 27th

Sunrise this morning was baby pinks and soft oranges on clouds casulaly swathed along the horizon. Thd half moon was quietly perched center keeping watch over the early commuters. It was a nice ride in

 Dec 30

The low lying grey clouds were chanting "hurry, hurry, hurry" and tumbling, whisking quickly by- so it was the high layer of clouds (who were patiently waiting) that received Dawn's kiss this morning, making them rosy with delight. So bright was their blush that for just a short while, I could take off my rose colored glasses and still the world was pink.

Dec. 31

getting ready to start getting ready for the trip down to Austin. Taking a moment to enjoy the Dawns gentle fingers caressing the tops of the cloud mountains along the horizon.

 

 

 

 

June 7th 2011

I left early for work today (by accident rather than design) and though the sun came up big, red and mean the light she cast was rosy, golden and deeeelightful playing across the muscles of the men who were changing their shirts on the side of the road getting ready to mount (giggle) some scaffolding along the 121 and Tollway construction. I almost ran up the curb... hummmmmm :)

June 6th 2011

Today I went out the front door instead of the garage- the sun looked like a child's red rubber ball abandoned on grey pavement. As I turned around to leave I saw one yellow flower standing 5 inches up from the recently shorn grass. How she manged to duck the mower is beyond me. She was greeting the sun with her bright lemon smile, delighted to see another sunrise. I must remember to change my routines more often.

Nov 1- 30 2010

Nov 1
the sunrise this morning from my south window was a childrens fairy tale: the softest of blush pinks on the wispy clouds against the delicate blue sky. It just looked like the softest of baby blankets...


Nov 1 (sunset)

If you are missing the sunset tonight... What a work of art! Every cloud texture is represented with it's own color. Wow.

Nov 2

The sun didn't fight all that hard to break through the clouds this morning. I wonder if he is just waiting out Daylight Savings...

Nov 3

as I left for work this morning the sky was a set for a childrens play. The moon was a crescent painted on a round disc that was hung by a string just a little above the horizon. There were two stars, positioned just so- to the left and above the moon and to the right a bit below. The curtain was a navy blue velvet and you could just see the lights from downstage reflected along the bottom.

Nov 5

this morning as I flipped around on the freeway to face east, I was in time to see a couple of planes coming toward the airport. It was fun to imagine that they were pulling the saffron sunrise on sky hooks behind them- but just so far and then they would release it and the sunrise would have to wait for the next plane to pull it just a bit higher...

Nov 6

the sunrise today was enjoyed in the arms of my beloved, enjoying the light of the butterscotch sun dancing on his skin.

Nov 8

I was blinded by the sunrise this morning as my turn on the freeway east was *just* as the whole sun had crested the horizon. So I looked to the left and saw, briefly, the skyline for downtown Dallas in, what was really, a purple haze. I chuckled...

Nov 9

Pre-dawn was modern art today.The eastern cloudscape was angry linear slashes, blurts and smears just stabbed chaotically along the horizon highlighted with bright glaring colors. The south and west however were soft, gentle feathery clouds that were nursery pinks and violets. Dawn her self, knowing she was out done, rose with minimal fanfare and got right down to the business of being bright.

Nov 10

Venus was coyly on stage for predawn this morning, however I think the rest of the predawn crew were hungover from yesterday as there wasn't much else. Dawn however, was quite dramatic from the glimpses that I got. There was a very low lying, fast moving cloud bank on the horizon and the sun rose very "LadyHawk" like in neon peach and golds.

Nov 11

grey mornings are full of possibilities...never quite sure where they will lighten in to. Could be that that it will lighten and by lunch be sunshine and humidity or just a soft grey all day that makes you long for your comfy chair on the balcony and a mint hookah....

Nov 12

todays sunrise was an MGM musical, complete with Technicolor costumes, singing animals and tap dancing! it was awesome! and so is this new coffee I tried today...

Nov 13

Amanda:

She rose up above the clouds, and inhaled the perfume of all that was around her. The dawn could not compete with the fire that burned deep within her chest, so it gracefully conjured forth an array of jewel toned hues in which to drape her skin. Her laugh brought the wind to lift back her hair, and her eyes told the sun the day was ready for an adventure. Happy Birthday Jess - here's to many more adventure filled years, and a wish that you continue to explore the depths of your beauty.

Nov 15

Venus was played by Sally Rand today as she played peek-a-boo with the clouds before dawn this morning. The sun herself rose in beautiful peaches and golds warming my rear view mirror quite nicely.

Nov 15

chocolate cake for breakfast! (yesterday was supposed to be chocolate cake breakfast day, however due to circumstances well with in my control- I just chose not to- I was unable to eat said cake and *really* enjoy it.)

Nov 16

When I opened the blinds this morning- I was taken back to Mesozoic era. The clouds were brooding and moving very fast and there was a sullen red glow behind them. I could hear the big drums rumbling ominously low, trembling the world slowly awake...

Nov 17

hanging above the Utah red dirt road that was the pre dawn horizon this morning, Venus had done her full reveal and was just about as bright as could be- any swarovski would have wept with envy!

Nov 18

by the time I got to the sunrise, she had washed her self out in greys and morose blues. kinda "Black Tape for a Blue Girl" inspired...

Nov 19

secretive
mist covered the landscape this morning. the traffic was light and
slow, tip toeing through the tollways with fingers to their lips going
ShHHHHhhhh... Well I think they were anyway- I was going too fast in my
superneato car to hear a darn thing they said. bahahahahahaha!

Nov 20- My grandfather had died

whiskers would scratch and poke like his teasing, it was how he showed love. Storyteller, photographer, engineer. His hands were huge and comforting. He cried at parades and in church and when talking proudly of his family. He loved to travel - gobbling up the world in huge hungry bites. He loved storms. He loved his wife.

Nov 22

the grey morning only served to emphasize the bright fall moments the Dallas trees are sharing with us.

Nov 23

In the early light, there was a tall rim of cloud that curved around the sky from north along the east to the south. I felt I was in a gigantic cappuccino cup. It was pretty dang neato. (thank you, pretty brunette in the black jeep- playing follow the leader down the tollways this morning was fun! Next time though, you'll be following me...)

Nov 24

there was a low lying thick, yet broken up cloud bank moving quite quickly across the east sky this morning. The team brought in to take care of dawn was not to be deterred however, they threw their color wash far back to the west so through the patches of grumpy grey- the moon was awash in blushing pink.

Nov 25

is thankful for the amazing sunset tonight, the sunrises that I have enjoyed, my family and my beautiful friendships.

Nov 28

Snow has come and draped a mourning shroud on the red dirt mountians.

Nov 29

perhaps it's the melancholic mindset but I just looked out to see if the sunrise crew had decided to do anything else other than brush the tops of the eastern clouds white and the mist on the field across from my windows at work, is burnished gold and Ralph Macchio was whispering in my ear "stay gold, Ponyboy, stay gold"