The rising sun.

The morning sun coming up over the horizon in the northeast.

August 2016 at about 6am.

Here's a poem Raz wrote me.

With you I will watch the sun go down
 and even hold your hand

With you I'll share a morning cup
and think about a plan

With you I'll watch the mountain Jay
as he tries to steal our food

With you we'll build a nice retreat
in our special neighborhood

With you I think we stand a chance
to make it all work out

Without you, I would be lost,
of that I have no doubt