Today, Just Today

This morning was dark, light just beginning to touch the mountains, the mountains merely shadows forming on the Western horizon, grayish-bluish-blackish shadows rising out of the darkness. And these shadows, by the faint morning light of a rising sun reflected back, glowed then rose and pink, a sweet vermillion growing, the mountain snows absorbing and giving back that spectrum of morning light from the East, the soft color of the sun’s early morning ascendance when most of us are just starting to stir and drag ourselves from our warm beds, hot showers, and coffee laden breakfasts, unsure of our own rising; for we are but shadows ourselves, rising out of the darkness, reflecting too, and reflected. And for one brief moment, unnoticed by most, noticed only by a few, awake and up and out, the mountains glowed rose and pink, a sweet vermillion, and reminded me, awake and up and out, coffee laden, reminded me to be alive today – today, just today.