I drove to work today in a layer of orange.  The sun was a blazing circle of orange glaring over the horizon and its rays tinted everything.  As I stepped out of the car, the light brown clayish dirt of the parking lot was orange–the old red school was orange–the hologram-like green highway sign was orange.

I used to think of morning and sunrise as something soft and dewy; it was a graceful passage from dark to light.  This orange was not gentle–it was vivid and full of life and energy and it was taking whatever was in its way and claiming it for day.