#75,652 Just before the sunrise, our skies ignite with vivid pastels. On some days it can be breathtaking. One of the symbols in this picture is the broken timber silhouetted and framing the pastel clouds. In late winter we had the worst ice storm in memory here and we lost a lot of trees, like the ones framing the dawn. But the dawn remains constant and enduring. On the one hand we have the ephemeral, on the other, the enduring beauty of nature. This is my scripture.