I rolled out on my mountain bike just as the day dawned. To the east, an orange light glowed from below the horizon. While I rode to a rocky outpost, the sun rose above the horizon and burned from behind the clouds. When I turned to the west, I saw a stippled sky with a distant mountain.
A short time later, I saw stunningly beautiful snowy mountains reflecting the rosy hue of the sunrise.
As I gazed at the sky and mountains, I saw a bright blue bird that fluttered past me and landed on a fencepost. I rubbed my eyes in disbelief - it was the first mountain bluebird of the season! He's a forerunner for the hordes of male bluebirds who'll be scouting out their meadow territories in the coming month. When I saw him, the rising sun was still too low in the sky to fully brighten the valley so the photograph is blurry - but it truly shows a bluebird! I checked my journal, and I first saw the first bluebird on March 7 last year so today's sighting is only a few days earlier.
Seeing a spring bird capped off a dazzling dawn ride.