"The grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere; the dew is never dried all at once; a shower is forever falling; vapor is ever rising. Eternal sunrise, eternal dawn and gloaming, on sea and continents and islands, each in its turn, as the round earth rolls." - John Muir
The sun rises through a thick fog along interstate 71, Saturday morning near Nevada, MO as I chauffeured Ace Jackalope to Kansas City. (By the way, "gloaming" means twilight and is from the Middle English. I had to look it up.)
That is gorgeous!
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