“Here Comes the Sun”

I stood there enjoying the rising sun, thinking it would rise behind the reeds, making for a nice click. I was on the edge of the marsh with nowhere to go, so I was depending on the earth to rotate and give me the shot. As the sun rose, I saw in the viewfinder what I desired wasn’t going to be delivered. But I loved the color, so I watched. That’s when the Beatles’ song, Here Comes the Sun came to mind and plays. When I was mentally coming to the chorus, a group of Red-winged Blackbirds took to the air seeminly playing in the warmth of the sun. It then struck me that I wasn’t the only one celebrating, here comes the sun.