Only yesterday I mentioned that the invisible celestial artist loves to create in our sky. And he reminded of himself at sunrise.
I really love the way home, because my house is located on one of the highest hills in the city. Even though sometimes a 20-minute uphill climb can tire me, I don't regret anything.
After all, in return I got such a beautiful view of our bay, the port and the hills on the neighboring shore.
I have always been amused by this contrast, the dense urban development on my shore, with the port infrastructure, and the absolutely bare, pristine shore on the other side of the water. Hills stretching into infinity.
This view is beautiful in itself at any time of the year and in any weather, except for fog, probably when you don't see anything. But sometimes he becomes not just beautiful, but divinely beautiful, like today in the morning.
The city is still sleeping, missing this incredible sight. It seems even the birds haven't woken up yet. I'll have to work for them, and become a messenger of this new beautiful day by sharing these pictures.
It's as if spring is already rushing to us, illuminating the firmament with its imminent arrival. Very warm and soft tones. Like heralds of the sun, which is about to appear from behind the horizon and fill these places with life and colors.
