Never have I seen a sky more beautiful. I stood outside on a frigid morning in December admiring nature’s art. This morning sky was a blend; at its highest point it was still dark. A slice of the moon’s crest and stars were still visible. At its lowest point just above a mountain top, the rising sun electrified the horizon with a thick strip of bright orange. The bright orange fade was subtle but brilliant in its becoming of a creamy pastel; and then there was the blend; an artist’s best work-simply magnificent as the creamy orange somehow blended perfectly with the still lingering darkness of the night sky. It was 6:45 AM.