In the winter I am always overcome with the way the sun comes over the mountains. I have said this many times, "look at the way the sun comes over the mountains." This is of great amusement to my kids for some reason. I am not talking about a sunrise where I am standing in front of the mountains, I drive in the shade of the mountains, going north or going south. I see the mountains with the sun coming over me. I see it from the bottom of the sunrise.
There is so much beauty and hope in the way that the sun comes over the mountains. There are these rays of light from the east that come first horizontal and then they start to slant down.
It is so pretty, there is always snow and many times the sky is beginning to be bright blue.
I know that I will never lose my ability to find beauty in this ordinary thing.
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