Sun Tilt

With the approach of Post-Summer the morning sun sits lower in the sky as  start my day and I am treated to sights that have been lost in the blaze of a high summer sun.

Low angled rays skid across the surface of lakes, bouncing into windows on the fronts of houses nestled together on the shore, and setting mirrors and picture glass within those homes aglow in a molten yellow.

Forests that had been acres of dark shadow beneath a thick canopy of green are now free of mystery as sunlight slices between trunks and branches to spotlight the birds that flit between trees and the four legged mammals that scurry through the brush.

The golden orb that sits in the center of my windshield is not a nuisance, but a call to pause at a stop sign just long enough to watch the world come to wakefulness. 

And while the late rising sun is a harbinger of less favorable weather to come, it is also a reminder that universal cycles continue and things are as they ought be.