Rose Colored Glasses

The third morning of sub-zero temperatures, bundled up and ready to head out at dawn again. Never had to pull out ski goggles for a run before this week, but I like the fact that my eyelashes are not freezing together in clumps of ice. I didn't expect the reward of a visually enhanced sunrise. The east was a brilliant amber glow as we started out. When the light caught the Flatirons, it was reverberating back onto the plains. Maybe it is worth seeing the world through rose-colored glasses...