I started for the Coke Field earlier this morning, at about 7:15,
hoping to catch the brief moment when sun's rays turn the trees pink.
I don't know that I missed it, but I was pleased to see the
lovely subtleties that did reveal themselves:
on my way to the little bridge over the creek, I looked
over my shoulder to see the moon, balancing itself
above the trees in a lavender sky, while the ducks in the creek
were having an early morning bath in a pool of blue.
After a few minutes, the sun cast it's orangeness
onto the little woods, creating shadows of maroon and purple, with a small patch of blue in the creek, reflecting the morning sky above.
To most people, it's a drainage ditch surrounded by a few shrubs,
while to me it's a place of small beauties.