Sunday 31 January 3016. Winter Sunrise at Weaver Park

The morning [6:45] was warm [45 degrees F].  Shiny streets, sky mostly clear, I set out to ride.

A piece of the dawn Normally is all we see. Seldom the whole thing.   

The chime tolls seven. I look up to see the clouds. The sun is rising!

 
Rode north to Weaver. Saw the fox I’d seen before. Always there Sundays!

Then saw the sun disc! Hadn’t seen it in a while.  Welcomed its coming. 

  
Urbana morning, The air sweet, the streets quiet. I treasure the peace. 

  
 

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