The inevitable morning light

Picking up the morning newspaper, I looked up and saw the first wave of golden light as the sun covered a small hill and a stand of trees. Too early for the drama of autumn red, yellow, and orange mixed with the gentle grays and browns that would be brought to other plants by frost, the scene was still rich in the dark green of late summer.

It was a simple neighborhood setting, lifted above the ordinary by just the right combination of sunlight, solitude, and noticing. During busy days, those trees are usually over-looked, the hillside hardly noticed. But on this morning there was a difference.

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