The old saying, it's darkest right before dawn could be changed to this: The best light is right before dawn.
The rays of the sun being bounced to our view, the reds vibrant and sure making the green of the grass an emerald color waiting to be selected in an old woman's jeweled ring. The blue tint of the sky, sharper in focus than any fool photographer could ever be. The description of my morning sunrise.
What started out as a sudden attempt by a higher calling to get on an exercise morning, turned out to be one of the most gorgeous skies of the summer. As I woke, I decided I would listen to that voice in my mind who said, WALK NOW. I did. Accompanied by Biscuit leash-free we started walking down the gravel road. The sun was not yet up, but its light was bouncing on the eastern horizon. Fire red at the horizon. It fuel my walk up to the mile corner. Living out in the country they old timers tell me every corner (generally speaking) is approximately a mile. So I take their word, and Biscuit and I walked for a mile then turned around to walk home. The walk back we were looking directly at the sunrise. It was now getting brighter, the dark-vibrant red was replace with a yellow glowing ball, Father Sun. I looked at my cellphone to check for the time. Always curious and for some odd reason like it really matters about the time, but it was 5:52 (am for you who may not be following along closely or for you others that are seriously-educated public-criticiser's. The bottom line is this, Iowa has great sunrises. Every morning. Tuesday Father Sun "winked" at me. No kidding. He was starting to rise over the big hill that I call mountain just to the east about a mile or two from the Looney farm. It was a loving gesture to say "Good Mornin' Mrs. Looney!"
Today, the horizon was blood red and clouds above. Clouds everywhere, except along the horizon. Just enough for me to say "Hey Father Sun, how ya' doin' this morning?" And what would you think he said back? He caught me between walking by the tall corn, and being ever so polite because that is his nature, he says to me, "Glad to see you are getting those dogs back on the exercise plan."
Sometimes, it is so hard to get out of bed, the body just wants an extra minute of rest. The body is lazy. It doesn't want to work it wants to lie awhile and "dream," dream about things that don't really matter and flying. Flying around the earth to see the sunrise. Then the mind has to wake itself up. C'mon, get up silly. Time to get to work. The mind is willing but the flesh is exhausted. So walking the dogs at sunrise is a great way for me to get some exercise, have the dogs get some exercise, and see Father Sun. How about that! I can do it every morning, view an Iowa Sunrise. Right in here.