I head west in the morning, east for the return, so I don't get to see
the sun rise or set in all its glory. But yesterday morning, as the
sun was coming up, it threw pink and gold light on Mt. Baker, which
was sparkling with new snow. Often you can't even see Mt. Baker from
the lake, but yesterday morning it was like an incandescent gem, an
enormous piece of glowing rose quartz set on the black velvet horizon.
I asked my co-worker if he saw it. He says he was too buried in the
morning paper on the bus to notice.
Warm Regards,
Claire