Rosy-fingered dawn
Dec. 7th, 2005 08:08 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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akirlu moment this morning.
When I got to the bottom of the Wallingford ridge on 36th on my walk to work, I looked right for traffic and saw that all the glass towers downtown were gleaming with gentle rosy light on their eastern facades. Don't think that was what Homer had in mind with the "fingers" metaphor! The rosy light reflected off the towers and onto the waters of Lake Union, where it was fractured by slow, breezy ripples. The sky behind the I5 bridge was incandescent with roses and corals and muted pearly lavenders. The disk of the sun was still hidden by the Cascades. As I got onto the Burke Gilman trail, I could see that the UW dorms were glaring with the dawn light, too, except more orange than rose. Then the sky behind the bridge started going orange too, flaring towards yellow at the horizon. The entire lake was now aflame with wild colors, like the lurid cover on a gothic romance. It seemed that starting out for work at pre-dawn o'clock was the best idea I'd ever had.
Sometimes this city is goddamned beautiful.
akirlu moment this morning.When I got to the bottom of the Wallingford ridge on 36th on my walk to work, I looked right for traffic and saw that all the glass towers downtown were gleaming with gentle rosy light on their eastern facades. Don't think that was what Homer had in mind with the "fingers" metaphor! The rosy light reflected off the towers and onto the waters of Lake Union, where it was fractured by slow, breezy ripples. The sky behind the I5 bridge was incandescent with roses and corals and muted pearly lavenders. The disk of the sun was still hidden by the Cascades. As I got onto the Burke Gilman trail, I could see that the UW dorms were glaring with the dawn light, too, except more orange than rose. Then the sky behind the bridge started going orange too, flaring towards yellow at the horizon. The entire lake was now aflame with wild colors, like the lurid cover on a gothic romance. It seemed that starting out for work at pre-dawn o'clock was the best idea I'd ever had.
Sometimes this city is goddamned beautiful.
