I’m not much of a morning person but my husband is and had already been out for a walk. We were staying in Florence on the Oregon Coast high above the Siuslaw River.
“You should have seen the sunrise,’ he said, ” it was a brilliant red.” It was 5:30 a.m.
I jumped out of bed and onto the balcony to catch what remained of the sunrise. And though the red had turned to gold, I was not disappointed.
Wishing I was there.