The Rolling Steel Tent is parked with the back windows facing east. Each morning, after a few moments of pink-to-amber glow on the horizon, the sun clears the ridge and dazzling light streams into the van.
It’s morning, dude. New day, new opportunities and all that. Yeah, in a minute. Just let me luxuriate in this a while.
This morning there were bands of clouds along the horizon. So I got multiple sunrise light shows as the sun was revealed and obscured, revealed and obscured.