Sunrises

In my story I have Blake and Elizabeth secretly meeting on Oakham MOunt to watch the sunrise. that came to me because I sit in this bedroom alcove looking out my window facing East and as an early riser, I watch the sunrise. And on one particular beautiful morning I added my sunrise to my story. Of course I live on a mountain (or a pretty damn big foothill --I do live at 3,000 feet) so I can imagine the two of them looking at the same sky that I do. I sometimes think I should describe the sky with more, well, color. My view is vivid when the rain is forecast for the day and blah when it is not. Of course blah days mean no rain and beautiful sunsets.

Red sky in morning, sailor take warning; red sky at night, sailor delight. This is really true and has a scientific basis. The barometric pressure causes the redness to appear. If a storm is approaching then the weather mass is pushing into the space causing the red sky. And of course, rain will come that day or the next depending upon the size of the storm. The bigger the storm the longer the morning sky is red. Now a blue morning means a dry day.

My lungs can tell you whether a storm is coming without the visual aid. they feel like they are in a vice and they hurt. But later they expand against my rib cage and become uncomfortable.

I think other people's arithritis hurts, backs ache, and other forms of warnings and it all deals with that stupid barametric pressure and temperature change.

today my lungs do not hurt and the sky is blue. It is a good day for anything.