Day 49: K.I.S.S.

The Wilderness, Franklin Park, Dorchester/JP, MA, 6:25am-7:45am
windy, rather cold

One of these days I will watch the sunrise from my balcony.
It's the time of year when the sun's place on the horizon is just about perfect.

Just out of bed I got a glimpse of the opening act - gorgeous bars of dark color on the horizon- which had lightened to more innocuous pale tones by the time I got outside.

Strangely, at Scarborough Hill the horizon and the emerging sun were filtered through trees for the first time I recall - can it be that usually it comes up from a higher bank of clouds (not the true horizon)?

I need to remember my buddy Trevor's wisdom, K.I.S.S. : Keep It Simple, Stupid!. Today I tried to do too much: my usual push-ups and situps while anticipating sunrise, then a short run around the park to get to the Wilderness, all while listening for birds. It was not meditative.

Well, it was one too many things-- time to get back to my beloved walking.

Bird of the Day, White-breasted Nuthatch:


My crack at it (on location!):