I had it in my head I'd get up for the sunrise this morning. But when I looked out the window, it was black, black, black, and I was pretty sure cloud cover would skunk my chances. I know from experience that January sunrises can be iffy...
Forty-five minutes later, I'm assured I made the right decision, and you get a blogpost rerun from last year. I'd risen in frigid temps on a Friday, to get a cloudy dawn. I posted this the following Monday.
. . . try another sunrise.
Saturday morning at 6:35, a tap, tap tap on the shoulder wakes me. Aware of Friday's sunrise photography attempt, my husband points out the window. The sky glows orange and pink through the trees, but it's a seven minute drive to the harbor. Darn.
Sunday, I don't give it a thought. Today though, since it's MLK Day. . . it isn't necessary to make breakfast or a school lunch. So I get an extra half-hour of sleep and still have enough time to hop into the car to try for these. It is cold as you-know-what out there, but the views are worth the frozen fingertips.