I stand and stare at the glow behind the trees, the red jeweled tones of first morning light.
to the East it grows lighter and to the West the Maple tree leaves are painted
It grows lighter and lighter as I struggle to shoot through tall trees, I turn and look to the West again.
The dead leaves hanging from the avacado tree come to glowing life and so does the corner of the pink towel hanging on the rack. In a few seconds it changes from glow to just dead leaves and a faded pink towel. for just a moment they lived again.