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,