Red sky at night, sailor’s delight;
Red sky at morning, sailor take warning.
The old adage has been the rule of thumb for mariners and shepherds and other weather prognosticators since ancient times. I don’t know if the saying is a reliable forecasting tool, but, as it turned out, the weather did become grey and stormy within the hour that I took this photo.
On a cruise of the coast of Maine, I awoke on this morning a little before 5:30 a.m. I looked out my porthole to witness a most glorious sunrise. Grabbing my camera, I stepped onto the little balcony outside our stateroom. I wanted to soak in the moment and capture it to remember later. My husband awoke and joined me, sharing this spectacular early morning surprise.
I felt like the world had opened itself to me, like a confidante, revealing a secret that I alone had the privilege to know.
That morning, when we joined our fellow passengers for breakfast, I asked if any of them had seen the sunrise. No one at our table had seen it, and now the morning was a miserable rainy grey. My husband and I had been given a wonderful gift and start to our morning that would carry us throughout the day. If that isn’t a simple pleasure, than I don’t know what is.
The experience and photo of the “red” sky reminded me of one of my husband’s favorite and treasured songs, “Orange Sky” by Alexi Murdoch. If you haven’t heard it, watch the video and have a listen. Murdoch’s performance is soothing and the song’s message is one of love.