…. that somehow, the sun would indeed rise this morning. It tends to. I kinda take it for granted more than the next breath. Though I recently stumbled on an interesting book called The Age of Miracles by Karen Thompson Walker, in which this became less frequent. An unique read.
I also had a feeling (it’s also called reading the weather forecast) that this winter solstice dawn would not be the most interesting, skywise. I was right, there was not a cloud in sight. I immediately banished the thoughts of going to photograph the sun rising out of the Salton Sea, as it appears to do around winter solstice.
Fortunately there had been a more interesting display the previous evening, so I thought I would take the camera to it just incase my feeling was wrong, and this was the last sunset….