Today is one of those days my father would call "a glorious day". It's a cloudless, zappy blue sky. I can see the faint outlines of the mountains to the east. A bit of fresh morning dew is starting to melt on the green lawn and I can smell a bit of fall.
Waking up Saturday mornings to the smell of newly roasted coffee, sunny side up soft eggs, tasty garlic hash browns, and homemade jam on crispy wheat toast were some of the added ingredients to my father's happy exclamation. As we ate breakfast at the table, soaking in the warm morning rays through the large window, I can imagine hearing my father's happy exclamation. "Oh, what a glo---ri---ous day!"
Sunrise
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