I’m an early riser, always have been. It must be the milking gene, Dad was too.
Way back, about a year and a half ago, I had a little health scare. As a result, nearly every day I meander through Washington. I loop around the Library, climb the hill to the Moose, loop around the golf course, or circle the Lake. Every morning while the world awakes I traverse the town.
I love dawn. I love watching the world awake. As I leave home, the night peepers and crickets are concluding their prelude. Occasionally accompanied by an owl’s “who-who.” Then for the moment, all is silent. A brief interlude, sometimes not more than a wink of an eye, sometimes longer.
We wait, then a crescendo of birdsong announces the new day. Slowly the lights come up to reveal the most fantastic scenery – a world lit by the reddish hues of sunrise. A fresh day full of promise and hope.
Like most folks, for far too long I trudged through my walk, oblivious to my surroundings. Lately, however, I decided to pay attention. So I have wandered with an eye toward capturing the beauty all around me, and I’ve discovered that it exists. Every day it is there, we just have to look.
David Dahl
