In my heart, I complained yesterday. It has been twelve days since I have seen a clear sky in the morning, and while I appreciate the way the haze veils the glory of the sun so that I can see a clear view of her surface, I miss the blue sky.
I miss the varied peri-sunrises (I just made up that word! Definition: “The time just before and after the sunrise”), glowing mists that stretch like a veil across the beauty of pale blue, and transform into gradients of pink, choral, orange, and gold.
I have been faithfully rising at dawn to photograph what is there, waiting until over an hour later sometimes, to finally see that glowing orb making its way through the haze like a large orange floating in the sky. Twelve days may not seem like much, but it reminds me of the dark days of winter, waiting for the sun. And I need the light. We all do.
So I rose before dawn, saw my love off, and contemplated. Then something said “Go,” and I went.
God blessed me. It is all still there, just hidden. All of it is there: The sun, the color, the open sky and the layers of clouds made of real water. Do not despair, for it is all still there! The Truth of heaven, that reveals what things really are, is still there, too.
And while not everything is beautiful, many beautiful things are waiting behind the haze. Unhindered sight, no matter what it reveals, is beautiful.
I hope this blesses you!
The Fullers Four 