Another early winter morning...

I am here again, this morning, still in the early hours of the sun low on the horizon, when its colored reflections are most illuminating and colorful on the landscape, and the sacred hill just across the way from the front door of my stone and adobe cabin... at the moment somewhere between golden yellow and lime green, making the leaves of the semi-arid vegetation, trees and all manner of cacti glow from the essence of what they offer the world: greenness... the shadows and the rays of light are long at this time, sweeping across the landscape from just south of east at this time of year... The sun rising has become visible now, as not long ago, in the darkest part of the year, it was so far south that only the arrival of its light was felt.