Wednesday, October 17th, 2012
Central Park East - 6:50am

Good morning,

Interesting things happen at sunrise and dusk.  The sky often does things that are beautiful while it makes way for the morning sun or nighttime sky.  Since I live on the East side, I often don't get to see the spectacular West side sunsets over the Hudson.  Honestly, I'm also usually still at work when the sun is setting for most of the year.  Because of all of this, I savor my morning sunrises in the Park.  I've learned that some of the most beautiful skies are produced mornings after thunderstorms in the summer and on the coldest of cold days in the winter.  That's just anecdotal - but it's something I've noticed.  Sometimes you're just surprised and there's no reason apparent for the lovely sky. 

This was one of those mornings I was so thankful to be up to see it.  When I opened my door to go outside, it was cold - not uncomfortably cold - cold enough to jolt your senses.  It was quiet in the Park when I arrived - and still dark.  Dark enough to make me feel mildly more aware of my surroundings.  I was alone - except for the long-time Parks Conservancy worker (John) cleaning up around the benches.  The cold air against my face and in my lungs, and my hands warm in my pockets I started whistling and waved good morning to John.  I didn't see many folks until I broke on to the Great Lawn.  This is when I was greeted with this stunning sky.  It only lasted about 10 minutes before it transitioned to bright blue with high, streaky white clouds.  I stopped for a few moments and leaned against the fence to survey the pink, cold sky against the backdrop of changing leaf colors - it's not hard to love Fall.  I feel this way every year. 

There's some magic in the early mornings.

Carpe diem!