Today, on my Sunday morning long run, I had high hopes of capturing a gorgeous sunrise. Most Sundays, the orange glow lights up the streets and buildings as we pound out the miles.
This morning, it was gray and cloudy... and grossly humid. Right before Jaba the Hill (yes, we named the big, fat hill), I stopped to take this picture of the blue skies peeking out between the ripples of clouds.
It started raining right after I got home. There is nothing better than curling up in a chair and reading while the rain comes down.
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