It's getting to the time of year when it is still pretty dark when I get up to run, which is about 4:45 am. Today is a great example of how pleasant it can be, though. When I got to the riverfront greenbelt, it appeared to be night, with the exception of a pale glow coming from the eastern mountains. It wasn't any particular color, this glow, and it wasn't very bright. It was just barely enough to make most of the stars disappear.
As I ran, it grew lighter only slowly. About three-fourths of the way, the light had crossed some invisible threshold that, in my mind, separates night from morning. The best part? There were a few scattered clouds across the sky. It was just the right amount to allow the new sunlight to reflect from. That light started out with oranges and reds and slowly expanded, adding blues and purples. It was quite a pleasant sight, as I'm huffing and puffing through my seven miles. There were no deer this morning, but I could still see something to start the day off right.
Also, it's a half-day at work today, so I can go to the financial aid office and fill out any residual paperwork needed to get me some livin' money for the next nine months or so. Score!
