Well, it wasn’t quite like the one yesterday.

But in its own way, to this old guy, it was just as beautiful.

Each has its own distinctive quality to it. Meant to be witnessed only upon its arrival. Not conjured up in advance in some anxious, determined fashion.

Yesterday had its own vibe. The stunning sunrise full of radiant yellows, oranges and a hint of fuschia.

Today? An array of blues. Perhaps a precursor for some precipitation that became cloudless and bright for most of the day. Just a hint of a cool breeze around the edges.

Tomorrow?

Perhaps I will share that with you too.

Until then, I will remain in today.

The best one yet.