I am imagining that this week’s photo challenge might be a challenge for some . . . the folks who stumble through the morning. Fortunately I am a morning person: I consider this to be the best part of the day, and found this wonderful description of a beautiful morning by Arthur Conan Doyle.
How sweet the morning air is! See how that one little cloud floats like a pink feather from some gigantic flamingo. Now the red rim of the sun pushes itself over the London cloud-bank. It shines on a good many folk, but on none, I dare bet, who are on a stranger errand than you and I. How small we feel with our petty ambitions and strivings in the presence of the great elemental forces of Nature!
– Arthur Conan Doyle, Sherlock Holmes: The Complete Novels and Stories, Volume I