Cloudy crimson

The sun rises red, a pretty sight as the train hurtles towards the city, leaving the beautiful bush a mere memory behind.

Photo: Sunrise from train, Falconbridge

Words to walk with:
From The Australian Sunrise by James Lister Cuthbertson
“Then the fiery Scorpion vanished, the magpie’s note was heard,
And the wind in the sheoak wavered and the honeysuckles stirred;
The airy golden vapour rose from the river breast,
The kingfisher came darting out of his crannied nest,
And the bulrushes and reed-beds put off their sallow grey
And burnt with cloudy crimson at the dawning of the day.”