The sunrise was about the orange sky and the blue water. There were only about 20 or so of us on the lake shore that morning. The water continues to recede. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky but it didn’t matter. It was an intense orange. And the water was an equally intense blue. Some mornings on Mono Lake are violent, wind-tossed affairs. But this morning was tranquil and energetic, both at the same time, a peaceful glory, a song that touches the soul.
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