Red sky at morning.

I’m writing like a drunken sailor–3000 words today on the new novel–so I’m going to be miserly with my words here. There’s always something pretty to look at, though. A recent sunrise, taken from my patio:

This reminds me of a pretty part of an angry Psalm:

You own the day, you own the night;
      you put stars and sun in place.
   You laid out the four corners of earth,
      shaped the seasons of summer and winter.
Psalm 74:16-17