morning.

Those of you who know me well know that I am SO NOT a morning person.  I love my sleep, and I will sleep forever without some engagement to get me out of bed in the morning.  The one thing that makes me sad about not being a morning person is that I miss the quietness and beauty of the sun rising.  Now, here in the north of England, the sun comes out later during the winter...but its so cloudy you're lucky if you can see it at all.  The dark gray of night just changes to light gray during the day. 

Yesterday morning, however, I was blessed by what I saw on the way to catch my moring bus.  The sky was clear(ish), and through the quietly swirling mist and fog I could see the colors of the sun rising to start the day.  His mercies are indeed new, every morning.