Christmas Sunrise

We woke up this morning at 5:45 to catch the sunrise over San Francisco.   We started on 8th Avenue walking through the Golden Gate Park in the dark silence of Christmas before dawn.  As we walked through the Presidio Park and up the hill the sky was starting to lighten, and by the time we reached the bridge we could see the birds flying in an endless pink and blue horizon over the ocean.  We watched the darkened city, waiting, until the golden globe peaked over the hill and brought its light down into the valley, rising higher and higher.  

We left the wind on that red bridge and looked back over our shoulders as the morning light made morning shadows on the buildings and hills of Sausalito.  As we walked the four miles back, I called my family in Ohio to check in on their Christmas morning, already well under way.  We found another Christmas morning already partially opened on 8th Avenue as my cousin's daughters had enjoyed the coming of Santa.  We shared in the present exchange, ate a wonderful breakfast, and shared some more Christmas songs before setting out for Sacramento.  

And upon arrival, more incredible feasting and spending time with family.  We played and sang some more music, and once again I'm reminded of how lucky we are to be able to fill a space in such a way.  Tomorrow we will all have the morning together and then back on the road for L.A. and more family to visit.