Saturday morning had such promise. I woke long before dawn. As the world was beginning to become light the east was filled with a variety of different clouds. What a glorious dawn was in store. I hurried to get over to the community lake and walked three quarters around it to the perfect observation point. The sunrise was a pink dot in a grayish white cloud mass. As sunrises go… this one was a clunker.

Then right in front of me landed six pelicans. Some people, apparently, really like these birds. My experience with the birds is less than pleasant, at wharves along the coasts they are noisy and foul the areas they frequent horribly. Waddling on those docks they are ungainly to be kind. But as they landed, they would flap a couple extra flaps and then barefoot ski to a likely spot to look for fish. They were almost surgical in the precision they used.
Less than five minutes later, I realized how truly blessed I had been that morning despite not seeing the dawn I expected, or more appropriately wanted. How often does that happen in my life, I’m disappointed by what I don’t have, like the colorful sunrise I’d anticipated. Would I have taken the time to see the beauty that was really there if it weren’t for a silly side ache? Would I be thankful for the blessings I have?

Disappointed I continued my walk and when I arrived back at my observation point, I had a side ache. A side ache from walking? Sitting on the same bench I’d planned to eagerly watch a beautiful sunrise, I looked at the sky and my surroundings. It was a wonderful morning. The clouds that had held such promise covered the sky with a wide variety of shapes and types of clouds. There were some wispy cirrus clouds that made a cross hatch shape. There was a section of cumulus clouds that make an interesting bowl with a mutating shape in the center. Every quadrant of the sky had a new cloud story to tell, it was amazing.

