Queen Anne's Lace

I've missed being up to enjoy the sunrise these past couple of mornings, more precisely I've been missing daybreak.  How easy it is to say the sun rises, to speak of a sunrise when that is not at all what happened on this mid-August morning.  We spin.  We circle.  Moving at fantastic speeds we chase, then flee our great and utterly still sun cycling in and out of a long-standing engagement of 24 hours.

A remarkable swathing of Queen Anne's Lace has bethroed our landscape to the sun in this season of summer's engagement.  She lifts a face crowned by yet another circling, this of small white blossom, to her golden lover.  A great explosion of heat will marry them one day, or so it's said. We pray the engagement will be a long one.