To me.

A gorgeous sunrise today. They can sneak up on you this time of year. Darkest right before, then stunning light and colors.

This can be an odd time of year. That week between Christmas and Eve has this transitional feel to it. Not gonna say calm before the storm. Maybe more like a lull or catching ones breath.

Perhaps not so much intentional, just a sense of leaving things as they were and had ended so as to start off differently and anew as needed.

Just another morning the end of December.

But different.

To me.