Sometimes the sky does this early morning madness
that makes me drop everything and run outside,
down the street and into the darkness of the ravine
where for a moment (only a moment)
I think about the coyotes
and then I don’t think about them
because surely they’re looking up too.
♦
Other wordless friends:
Cheryl Andrews
Allison Howard
Barbara Lambert
Allyson Latta
Elizabeth Yeoman
Matilda Magtree 
Beautiful!!
Saw the sky too just before the magic gave way to a “regular” morning.
Thanks for the lovely post!
Jaya
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Yes, amazing how quickly it disappears. Precisely why I sometimes dash out in my pj’s. And thank you!
What rich, mesmerizing shots, Carin. It doesn’t seem possible the sky could offer such a variety of colours and patterns, does it? I’ve told you before — I notice the sky more often now because of your photography. (Sometimes I look up and think, “Carin would love these clouds/colours,” etc. I love the words that accompany this series too — the image of coyotes looking up at the same sky. You poet, you.
Ever since you told me that I now also think of you when it’s an exceptionally great sky… (:
Thank you.
Bitte.
Mmmmmm! And — I can’t resist — trying my best to do a wild coyote yipping chorus. Because I am sure that if they are looking up, they will be serenading this magnificent display with song!
Thank you. what a panoply of magnificence.
I hear those yips at night sometimes. Have been told it means they’re celebrating a meal but I like your group singalong version better. About the panopoly — not strictly in keeping with the rules, I know. Exciting though… like colouring outside the lines. Feeling all rebel with a cause… (:
Gorgeous … images and prose, Carin. I too love that early morning madness …
I’ll bet you get some glorious madness up there. Trying to remember which direction you face.
Incredible!
Nothing trumps that sight. Not breakfast, not meditation, not a lack of proper ‘outdoor clothes’… (I know, I know… if I’ meditating how do I see out the window?? *ahem*)
Red sky at morning: sailors take warning. Did that come true?
No, it was a lovely day. On land anyway…
And I meant to say also, how beautiful!