The pink dawn, yesterday...December 31st 2011.
The orange and gray, today...January 1st 2012. More gray than orange. A small flock of robins is darting in and out of the holly trees across the road from me. Another look and now there are a few stellar jays, juncos, and a bird I don't recognize (maybe a woodpecker of some sort?).
I recently rediscovered a book I've been meaning to read and started it last night. Dawn Light by Diane Ackerman.
"Whatever else it is, dawn is always a rebirth, a fresh start, even if familiar routines and worries charge in clamoring for attention."
"Nature includes both the one and the many, the squirmingly minute and the invisibly huge."
The beginning of the calender new year is always a bit of a strange thing for me. I believe any day, any moment can be a new beginning. January 1st seems out of order when I consider the natural world. And yet, there is something amazing about a group of people, a community, reorganizing and beginning again...