This was gong to be a Silent Sunday but there is a story here. The night before as we were driving towards our off-the-highway inn for the night, I smiled. I was in photography mode and thinking that there is little beauty to photograph from a hotel parking lot at these busy highway turnoffs.
Next morning I joined JB for breakfast, getting my usual scrambled powdered eggs, almost toasted English muffin, and juice. I looked up and there it was. The sun shinning on autumn leaves, slowly illuminating the mountains in the distance. People get up at 5:00 in the morning and travel miles to see this scene in their viewfinder. Fate shined on me with a room close to the dining room and next to a door to this scene.
I don’t think cold powdered eggs taste too much different than hot ones – especially when I am glowing with the privilege of witnessing a beautiful Appalachian sunrise.