When Freya’s reflux was at her worst I used to long for those first rays of light in the sky. For some strange, no doubt sleep deprived, reason I didn’t feel so alone. Those glorious sunrises got me through some tough (for me, anyway) times.
The moon and the sun seemed to be in competition this morning. I feel I’m something of an expert now and my considered opinion is that it was an exceptional sunrise.
Wishing you all a joyful day.