I haven't been well the last couple of days. Nothing specific, just an annoying malaise that I'm more than ready to see leave. I try to get outside for even the shortest of walks every day. Cabin fever sets in if I don't. I was having another one of my sleepless nights (exacerbated by the 'feeling crappy' deal), and was feeling the need to step outside for a few minutes to get some air. True, I could go out on the screened in porch for air, but it's not the same as getting out and roaming a bit. A short foray into the cool morning was a must.
I looked up what time sunrise was for today. 6:24 am. I had about 45 minutes to prepare which I sadly needed. My energy level was (is) quite low, so I was moving a bit slow. I put my 'sneaks' on, and waited. Around 6:19, I headed down to the marsh.
I snapped a number of pictures of the cloud covered horizon line, the variant shades of orange creating a mock oil painting in the sky. The textures and sweeping layers mimicked the deft strokes of a brush. Really spectacular.
I was able to snap several pictures before I reached the point of madness...here in Savannah we have swarms of sand gnats and mosquitoes that thrive this time of year. For the first couple of minutes by the marsh, I went unnoticed. Once the little buggers learned of my warm blooded presence, they homed in on me. I endured it as long as I could, waiting for the orange sun to pop up over the clouds. It got to be a bit much, plus I was fading fast. What little energy I had when I went out was pretty much exhausted. The sun would just have to be missed.
Even as I write this post, I feel the onset of deeper illness. I tend to have my "off" days on a regular basis due to my thyroid disease and RA, but this is different. I'm hoping against the flu, but one never knows. It's been a while since I've been seriously sick...I'm hoping my number isn't about to be called...