Loooooongest week since a loooong time. Didn’t want to get out of bed this morning, as per usual, but instead of the grey drear of spring rain, today I was met with a sunrise blushing with the first promise of summer.
And so I went to work feeling a tad more lifted and less dejected about leaving my featherbed.
What made the day feel well rounded and beautiful, however, was the marvellous sunset slipping down the opposite horizon a few hours after work ended. The sun was at least five times as large as in the below picture – an orange orb worthy of the opening scene of The Lion King.
Thought I’d ease into a pleasant weekend with a modest post of the pictures I couldn’t help but take of both occasions of the birth and death of the day.
And since this is a phrase I’ve stolen from Explosions in the Sky, I give you a link to their song, “The Birth and Death of the Day“, to enjoy while you observe these photos, or to carry on with you through your daily adventures.