Narratives in the Sky SUNRISE

Foreword
Roast
The 1 st cup
A bit of brekkie
A 2 nd cup
Dedication
The Final Word
The sky is always whispering stories to me,
be it in poetry or prose.
The habits of a man getting into the years
make him sleep early and, consequently, up
early in the morning. This has certainly
rewarded me “balcony” view of covid-era
dawns as I sip my coffee.
All photos shared here were taken in the 2 nd
and 3 rd quarters of 2020. Many of the
pictures are vibrant in red color. Once, I
asked myself: is God angry, and that the
pandemic a punishment?
Who knows…
Indeed, some of the night skies would
certainly cast a canvass of doom and
gloom.
Some mornings, though, I can actually see
God’s majestic hand wielding a paintbrush,
and I am just in awe of His glory. 3-4 sips of
freshly brewed kappa later, I would swear
that the clouds are bursting with zest and
chatter, daring me to race through the day
with it…
Enjoy the sceneries I managed to grab with
my phone camera, and the musings that
played out on my lips.
5:27 AM
Sept. 3, 2020
Michael Angelo