Ashley was ready to head on back, but I insisted that we walk as far as First Street, so I could take a picture of the dawn sky, such as it was.

Ashley was ready to head on back, but I insisted that we walk as far as First Street, so I could take a picture of the dawn sky, such as it was.
The sun rises behind the buildings east of where I live this time of year, so I need to walk all the way to First Street if I want to see the sun on the horizon.
Even while I was sick, I still had to walk the dog. I cut back just a bit—when I was at my sickest, I took her for just three walks a day. Now that I’m mostly better I’m back to five or six walks per day, although the mileage is still a bit shy of what it was before I got sick.
I appreciate the less spectacular dawn skies just like the more dramatic ones.
I dragged the dog to the prairie (right next to Winfield Village), so I could get this picture of the dawn sky. (She had her own opinion of where we should go for our dawn walk, but did indulge me when I insisted.)
The sky went from “Ooh, look at that red ball!” to “Ooh, don’t look at that red ball!” in the time it took me to get my phone out to take a picture.
Dawn is pretty early this time of year—too early for me to see the sunrise, but not too early for me to get this picture.
About one minute after I took this picture, the solar arrays started to turn to point east.
Ashley doesn’t indicate needing to go out by scratching at the door. Instead, she boops my laptop with her nose.
A trifle annoying, but today it got me out right on time to see the sunrise.