August Sunrise

The sunrises are different in August and oddly enough much like the sunsets in August. Both are huge orange balls that seem as if all the heat of summer had snow-balled into these huge circles of energy. I drove to the top of the hill behind where I live to watch an August sunrise. I can't view this miracle from my backyard because of the beautiful full sycamore, mulberry, and buckeye trees(a miracle in themselves). As I sat waiting for the proof of yet the gift of another day, I kept guessing exactly where it would begin-- there was a cloud with brightness behind it that I was betting on being "the spot". But much to the left was where the color first showed itself - birds sang as if makin fun of my misjudgment - as if they know the exact spot all along. Maybe they did. I sat till the show was vivid and again validated that yes, August sunrises are gorgeous orange worlds,and I still stared in wonder. I started back home but found myself "tracking" that sight that still awes me. It happens everyday-the sunrise- but they are different in August- somehow more significant- more profound- maybe its the brillant color, maybe it's that summer is not for long, maybe the warmth of the mornings--Whatever it is, it burns in my memories - and I always take note of it each year - a homage, an assurance that it really is still the same - and that it still happens everyday in August.