Shyla and I have rolled out into the sunrise light most days this week. It is so quiet, with just the sound of Shyla's paws as she gallops along side me. An occasional animal rustles in the forest but we roll by briskly.
The reward is seeing the light of the rising sun. The snowy mountains glow magenta. Clouds light up in pinks and oranges. And, the sun shines weak beams of red light into the forest. We find the spots of light between the towering pines.
The sunlight is so weak at the solstice (today) that it doesn't seem to warm the world at all. But, its color is ethereal. This is the only time of year when we see this deep red colored sunlight near our home.