Saturday morning, I visited the barn just as the sun began to peek above the tree line. I could follow the sun's progress as it first touched the windmill and then the roof of the barn.
Before long, the entire side of the barn was engulfed in light. The sun brought the red barn to life and it's paint seemed to glow in the saturated light.
It's moments like these and light like this that makes my habit of waking early, an enjoyable one.
