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"