we are sunrise chasers.
we bring the camera.
we jump in the minivan.
we take the same road everyday.
we catch a small glimpse along the way
but not until we pass the clubhouse do we really
know what the morning sun is dressed in.
some mornings she hides under a cloud blanket.
some mornings she is burning & blinding orange.
some mornings she is a purple pink hanging low.
some mornings she is a cloud stripped ball.
we are sun rise chasers.
just colin & i.
