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t has been four months since I was up before sunrise. On a cloudless Wednesday, February 18, 2015, I enjoyed watching the marigold sun climb into the tree branches outside my bedroom window, while I prepared for work. I paused to visualize my piece of earth actually rotating away from the light.
As I stared into the sun, I almost could see it happen, like an advancing minute hand on a clock, or my amaryllis stalk rising throughout the day.
Ever steadfast, it advanced into the trees, while casting an apricot wash over the snow.
In Shakespeare’s King John, Act 3, Scene 1, he wrote, “The glorious sun stays in his course and plays the alchemist, turning with splendour of his precious eye the meagre cloddy earth to glittering gold.”
Ditto that!