A short line about yesterday's ride to work.
You
always see the prettiest sunrises on a motorcycle. You're just a little
closer to see the details. The best spot seems to be as I pass the Santa
Ana, effluent, feral hog preserve and River; the radiation fog rising
from the liquid that passes under the bridge adds to the spectrum of
colors yet to come. The sun still is rising to the area behind as I
travel northward. The sky changes from dark purple
in the west to lighter shades of blue before it intertwines with the
pinks and oranges of the eastern high clouds. A streak of white of a
contrail of a high distant bound jetliner. And just at the horizon is
the rarest of the colors that beautiful turquoise teal hue announcing
the coming day. The lights of the morning all the way north lessen in
intensity as the sun makes its approach, a morning Southwest flight
coming in low over the interstate is up in the air above and the signals
of the old Espee blaze red for eastbound trains as I make the high
curve westbound for my final sprint to the Ranch. It was a great ride,
how could the rest of the day be any less?
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