Dawn is a slowly growing experience.  Always.  But more so in the dead of winter

The air actually starts to feel like it is growing lighter, like ripples akin to a stream

The dark of the night leaving, the color of the day creeping upward

Small slivers of pink glide across the horizon

Until the night shadows retreat; color breaking forth to light our active days

The game camera caught me while out taking photos of that amazing beginning of a short winter day.

From my world to your heart,

Linda