Bisected Horizon

I had finally settled into my easy chair with that holy first cup of coffee when the light in the room changed. I glanced toward the horizon where morning expanded in golden brilliance.

Grabbing a camera and fiddling with settings, I stepped outside. Two ships, barely visible, sat along the horizon. Like tiny lead figures in a diorama, highlighted by a band of rich ochre, they inched toward each other and the rising sun. I snapped photo after photo of the setting.

Sun, clouds, ships, bisected horizon. A magic morning.