112/366: An Image from a Dream

I barely had a chance to sleep last night.
Let alone dream.
A late night.
Coupled with an early morning flight.
Made for sparse and dreamless sleep.


Yet, when I woke.
The world was silent.
The sun came up over the most beautiful.
Lovely fog.
Shades of Pink. 
Gold. 
Orange. 
Red.
It was brilliant.


I felt that I was in a dream.
One of those rare moments.
When you are certain.
You will never see this exact moment again.


As it slips away.  
You grasp at the last few seconds.
Trying to sear it to your memory.
So that you won't forget.


Even while doing so.
Knowing.
You will never be able to accurately.
Describe this sight.
Exactly as it was.