Our day begins early.

Charlotte and I are out walking as the sun rises. The sky goes from dark blue gray to pinky orange to yellow green to a clear blue in a matter of minutes. The morning sky is reflected on the water; the clouds, the first beams of sunlight look up at me.

We stop to soak in the view from the bridge as a mockingbird’s song starts to fill the air. There is a gentle breeze lightly touching my cheek carrying a hint of jasmine from someone’s garden.

The beauty of this morning is captured in my paintings.