wish you were here

There was a beautiful sunrise this morning. There are no rosy fingers of dawn this morning. The sky is a heavy grey with a band of gold coming in under the low clouds. Now as the sun is finally up over the mountain to the east, silver, pink and gold outline every bare tree branch and pine needle. The leaves left on the oaks and beech are glowing from within. Amazing. Unfortunately the batteries in my camera decided to die and I have no others. Sorry.