sun

the sunrise is such a spectacular event, every single time. Always. Waves of warm color wake up in the city. Right now there are reflections in the windows of a church on the other side of the Hudson. One bright reflection, the sun almost blinding me here, while the rest of the buildings is still in a blueish sleepy state. Here comes the again, birds are getting into their positions to catch the first rays. How can this one window in this one church be pointing straight at me? So strange.