Catching a ray of brilliance

Capturing something beautiful:
As I was looking out after last night's storm,
just as the sunrise was becoming spectacular, my first reaction was to catch it on camera.

I have done this several times with good results. What this season has lacked in snow and rain it made up for in sunrise and sunset shows of color.

I did not take the picture since the camera is not handy
and also because I have a different gift:
Capturing ideas and putting them down on paper in writing.
Sometimes the idea for a writing piece gets away,
I presume it flies to the brain of another writer.
sometimes it goes dormant, waiting for its springtime.
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Beauty outside is easy to appreciate, beauty inside is hard to see, describe and cultivate.
When I tell a woman that she is beautiful, or she says I am handsome, the almost immediate reaction is to think "flattery'.
I know I am not good looking, I have this defect and that.
We discount what is being said by our superior internal knowledge of "the facts". What the scale says, what I see close up in the mirror, all the blemishes of youth that are still there in my mind, clouding what is otherwise a happy face. You don't have to read too many hollywood bios to see that a perfect face, and a sculpted frame that has all the right clothes on it, delivered to the red carpet in a shiny limo, does not equate to a happy, healthy, beautiful person.
( thanks Rod Serling for that lesson long ago, and to the Twilight Zone marathon for the reminder)
I let the sunrise go by. It was beautiful and I hope some other camera caught it.
My dawning is coming in this loft room, where a mouses footsteps were my alarm clock this morning. Keyboard in lap, and coffee nearby I will let my brain put down in a memory bank somewhere the thoughts that make sense to me. I hope that someone can borrow from this account for their own enrichment, or make a withdrawal to lend to a friend. The times that I complain should be few, for I lack nothing except what I have thrown away, or carelessly left behind while I was running after a shiny object that caught my eye.
I truly enjoy the people I meet here, and feel enriched by knowing them.
To you, ( yes you) I say, " You are beautiful, you are the protrait painted by God, which when finished, he stood back and said, "There, just what I wanted, a reflection of myself, in a human vessel, to make the world a more beautiful place."
Thank you God for making my friends, they are the rays of crimson and gold that light the morning of my life.