Promises, promises…

A pink so breathtakingly rich and deep. Extraordinarily pervasive. A vibrant feast of raspberry pink cotton candy caught my eye through a window easternly oriented early one morning this week. A flourishing sunrise invited me to step outside my cozy little house on the hill. My surroundings felt dull and uninspired compared to the show nature was performing just feet away. The hour normally dark was made warm and inspiring as the brilliant colors overhead highlighted the earth.

 A soft expansive blanket of orange and raspberry warmed the autumnal chill in the air. Shades of violet too. An ocean like wave of blue gently flowed through the middle while patiently awaiting its opportunity to fill the sky with a deep cobalt hue. A sliver of golden light kissed the distant mountain peaks. The earth’s darkness had yet to catch up to this particularly glorious sky.

How would the promise of that new day compare?

“Rest but never quit. Even the sun has a sinking spell each evening. But it always rises the next morning. At sunrise, every soul is born again.” ~ Muhammad Ali


Author: Elizabeth Ricketson

A graduate of Providence College with a BA in English, Elizabeth Ricketson has always had a love of literature and the fine arts. Elizabeth’s essays focus on life experiences and life in Vermont.

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