Letter To Editor

Letter To Editor

To the Editor:

This is a letter in praise of sunrises. Almost everyone sees the sunset (yet how-many really look at one?) but it is only the early riser on whom the sunrise lavishes its spectacular display. A soft glow, an ever-increasing combination and density of colors, then a sudden brightness all around. The horizon, sharply silhouetted begins to show feathered edges as the sun shines through the tall trees along the skyline. The wooded slopes gradually display their wealth and variety of species. A brilliant ray points out a distant barn or gleams off the windows of a home on the opposite slope. The sun moves fast now as if in a hurry to get going at the day’s work. The scene constantly shifts and the colors change and intensify - and soon it is day. Only this past week there was a morning to be specially remembered. To the East a clear sky over the mountains but close by many fantastically shaped wispy, white clouds left over from the previous night’s rain dash in and out of the nearby woods as though playing hide and seek. In the near distance ribbon-like layers of denser, milky=white clouds float above and through the buildings of Sperryville and beyond, giving the distant mountains the appearance of a mirage. To the West are patches of dark grey threatening clouds - a promise of rain to come. The red sun turns the dead leaves left over from the Fall to burnished copper and the wet branches and twigs gleam with the promise of Spring. The smaller clouds hurry, falling over each other in their haste, spilling fine rain here and there. The big grey monsters overtake them and then there is real rain and the world all around us is grey and we are enveloped as though in an inverted agate-grey bowl with cracks in the East showing brilliant and blinding rays of sunshine spotlighting the mountains in the West, rushing from one glorious point to another as in frantic haste and wind shifts the cracks before they are snapped closed - and the