Somewhere along my journey to the present, it became essential for me to wake early enough to witness the first light of day. I need to see the faint knees and shoulders of light nudging away the night on the eastern horizon. I am drawn to watch as shadows dissolve, revealing the familiar contours of mountains and pine trees.
More important still is the first
embrace of direct light—the first blue sky pressing against the grays of the
fading night, spokes of sunlight seeming to break through the mountains and
stretch across the snowy prairie where I have built my house, my life.
In this emerging light, I am as new
as the first brushstrokes of pure white upon the ground at the front of my
house and the first green grasped by trees at the back. And now… let full
color—and my own thoughtful reflections—begin.
—Mitchell Hegman
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