There are a lot of beautiful sunrise pictures out there, but I chose this one because it reminds me of one of my favorite Emily Dickinson poems:
“Will there really be a morning? Is there such a thing as day?
Could I see it from the mountains if I were as tall as they?
Has it feet like water-lilies as it feathers like a bird?
Does it come from famous countries of which I have never heard?
Oh, some scholar! Oh, some sailor! Oh, some wise man from the skies!
Please to tell this little pilgrim where the place called morning lies!”
There is something so hopeful and refreshing about this sunrise. The way the rising sun illuminates the haze over the field in the distance, and pours its light over the mountains is nothing short of majestic.