It might be heavy on the sentiment, but I’ve always liked this piece from the late Gene Amole of The Rocky Mountain News, and it came to mind when I took this photo one morning in Washington Park:
It is the innocent time of the day. The air is clean. A small black dog frisks through a familiar backyard routine. The light is bright from the window of an East Colfax all-night coffee shop. Great flights of Canada geese rise swiftly from suburban reservoirs.
Downtown, the first trash and delivery trucks clank through half-empty streets. Street lights and neon signs go out as the new day’s light begins to fill the sky.
There is the aroma of fresh coffee. It makes its secret way out of the kitchen and up the stairs. Soapy water swirls into the drain, and the clean, white terry cloth towel brings life to a body not quite ready for the day.
The first sunlight touches the top of the buildings downtown and then shimmers down the panels of glass and steel. In the sky, there are layers of night clouds that turn copper, then fuchsia, and then a pale gold. And all at once, the northern sky is filled with grays and blues. The traffic is just a whisper at first. And then a growl. Finally, a snarl. The freeways seem to coil and uncoil like a mindless serpent.
And then, morning is over. The day has lost it innocence and we are at work.
The Rocky Mountain News
December 18, 1977