The sunrise this morning stunned me: when I reached the crest of the hill and looked east toward the bay, a warm orange glow enveloped everything. The sun was a perfect orange disk, and the fog that softened its intensity was lit up all around me. It was a quick moment of divine otherworldliness before I descended the hill, entered the train station, and went to the East Bay to my job.
I'm still overwhelmed by it, and I can't find the words to do it justice. It was more than just light: it was a feeling about the innate beauty in the world that the light happened to express... I know that photography, my favorite non-food pursuit, is primarily driven by the expression and recording of certain qualities of light, but even if I'd had a camera with me, I just couldn't have captured it. The streets below were too mundane, the traffic was mundane, the houses were mundane... But the light was PERFECT. The sky was perfect. The sun was perfect. The fog was absolute perfection in mist form. It was relentlessly lovely.
Maybe it was too much beauty for me to handle so early: I was out of sorts for much of the rest of the day, and surprised myself by being completely devastated by an office announcement that I had known was coming... But it was worth being slightly off balance just to have experienced the morning that way.
posted by Arlene (Beth)8:45 PM