I woke up about an hour early. This let me get today's chore, the litter boxes, done before sunrise, so I drove out to get a better view. There was a quick pink that took up a huge section of sky, but that died down within minutes.
Still, it all developed into the golden hour nicely.
When I got to work, I also saw a garbage truck picking up three large metal dumpsters, and that really was poetry in motion. The arms of the truck interlock with the dumpster sides and the mechanics of lifting it up an over, with a little pause for a rotation, where just a thing of beauty. Seeing it sync up with the sounds made those loud thuds into percussion that worked with a dance.
It sure would be nice to fall in love with the world every day.
