The night wrapped them; nothing broke their sleep, until, the birds beginning and the dawn weaving their thin voices in to its whiteness” ~Virginia Woolf
The birds here are cold this morning and waiting for the warmth of the sun to help them get their songs started.
Truthfully? I wasn't sure there was going to BE a decent sunrise photograph this week. I'm ashamed to say that I had no faith - I should have known better. God is in control of the sunrises and he WILL be glorified, when and where HE chooses. Hello, sunrise. Good morning, God.