There's a golden sky

        I’m a morning person, which means even though I make my own hours, I go to work in the dark. It’s my favorite time—watching the day come alive. This morning, for a few minutes, the pinkness in the sky wrought by the rising sun turned the fields and the woods a warm gold. I tried to get pictures, but they didn’t capture the color or the feeling. That’s where being a writer comes in handy. Because by the time the gold had brightened and split into bars of light...