Morning, sunrise

The horizon is painted with a cool, warm glow. The sun has not yet risen; the hills are its blanket. The sky is a clear blue.I woke up earlier than normal this morning. I find myself writing while gazing out the window, watching the sun rise, its light filling the room, illuminating the ideas of past days on my whiteboard, the titles of books I love, and the glass of water I poured earlier to help me ease into the morning.When I woke up, I heard the song of a bird whose music I did not recognise. Birds continue to sing. The fresh morning air breezes through the window. Today the temperature is again lower. The world is wakening up. I am too.Since I am not usually up at this time, I knew I wanted to watch the sun rise; to see the colours of morning. As I write, the yellow glow of the sun is intensifying, starting to shine on more of the places around me. The middle distance looks like it is tinged with a faint gold. Seemingly every time I look outside, there is something new to see;…