Morning in the desert

In the western sky, the moon is a waning full so I don't need my flashlight to find my car. In the east, Venus is starting to lose her brightness and the outline of the mountains becomes clear, as the sky starts to lighten ever so slightly. A mile down the road I see a pair of Coyote dashing across the road. They look young but well fed. El Nino has been good to us this year.
A few miles later the mountains look clearer, contrasting black against the brighter blue. Venus is almost lost, unless you know she is there. The high thin clouds are backlit, looking like smudges of dirt. I keep glancing out the window, directly above the mountains the sky has turned almost yellow and a perfectly smooth gradient to dark blue on my left. It reminds me of a super high resolution photo but I realize that no matter how many 'megapixels,' digital photos still can't duplicate this. "Give it time and more bit depth," I say to myself. No, this is something nothing can capture, the unperceivable changes, adding up every second, slowly changing, never duplicated. Seen then lost.
I pull into the parking lot. The high clouds to the east are starting to take on a yellow outlines of rose. Sol is still a half hour away. To the west just above the roof line of the factory the Hunter's Moon still looks down at me.
Meh, Yesterday's was better