He watches from his mountain walls

Every so often I am privileged enough to witness the sunrise over the Sangre de Christo mountains. Before the time change and our move, Logan saw them often, but I am only up once a week or so.

This morning it was glorious. A front came through last night, and there was a curtain of gray across the Eastern sky. The peaks of the mountains disappeared into the clouds, but there were places the Sun could peek through, deep orange and red overflowing its gray walls and pouring out to meet me. I drove the longer way to work with the better views so I could take it all in.