I became an early riser during the first month after my husband’s heart surgery. He sleeps in a recliner in the living room, and, until the last few days, I slept on the couch beside his chair. I could see the first hints of early morning light through the window and often would sneak out to grab a few photos of the sky. He is so much better now, though, that I no longer feel I need to listen for every movement and am starting to lie in bed until after dawn.
This is a view looking maybe northeast? from our street. There was morning fog (not common here), and if you look closely you can see a faint outline of Flagstaff’s San Francisco Peaks behind the silhouette of the Dells.
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