Sunrise Mountains Tea and Happiness

6'o'clock. Wakeup, peek outside the window. No colors yet; horizon is cloudy, hope for colors, guess there will be colors. Brush Teeth, examine tooth-decay. Contemplate about going to a dentist, conclude teeth aren't bad, drop the idea. To the kitchen, Look West. The Flatirons peak is glowing red. Run to the bedroom window. Look East. Bride Red color with folds of clouds. Look West. Can barely See the mountains. Some Birds are awake now. Listen to them for a while. Back to the big glass window in the hall. The color is slowly flowing down the peaks. Put tea in microwave. In a while the mountains will be all glowing red. Tea is ready. The mountains are entirely clothed in red now; clouded-murky sky in the background. Good contrast. Uplifting scenery. Red Clad Sadhu. Bride wearing Red. Momentary Colors. Tea and colors dissappear quickly; thoughts continue. Happiness is like this. With every sip, the color diminishes. And it dissappears quickly, over before you even know. And then only the taste remains. It's all blue now. The murky blue reigns. Some snow still on the mountains. Thus begins another cloudy day.