Bright Star

So quickly, in January, the afternoon Sun lingers longer and longer. The days are changing, although we are still in winter, the changing light gives a promise of the further seasons to some. These days, in the mornings, weather permitting, I usually get off the train at DeKalb Avenue, making the straight walk up a quiet Fulton Street, to my office on Court.

This morning, the rising sun was a fantastic orange and gold ball, impossible to ignore. It stopped me in my tracks and I turned to catch this image, the morning shadows slowly giving way to this emerging star, bathing sections of Fulton Street in
its soothing, blinding glow.