The other morning I woke up just as the sun was stretching its arms and reaching above the horizon. Padding into the living room and curling up on the sofa with my coffee, I gleefully pushed back the blinds to bathe in the glow.
Stark beams of desert gold shot across the Valley and through the window, saturating the walls, the ceiling, the floor, the very air, with the deep honey glaze of a new day. Closing my eyes, I remembered that morning, so many years ago, as we lay together at sunrise. The beams of light creeping through a deep fog and through that burnt orange silk curtain you loved so much.
The light filled the room then as it did on this morning, honeyed amber gold catching the burnished shade of your hair. I lay there, watching you sleep, so peaceful sweet in dreams. As if you felt my thoughts, or perhaps my gaze, you slowly blinked awake, deep green flecked with the same amber gold that danced across the walls came to focus, and you smiled.
I think of you this morning … wondering what sunrise is like where you are, what you see and how you feel. I think of that honeyed gold morning, the warmth of its memory forever in my heart.