Salute to the Sun sans Yoga

This morning's greeting to the sun:

I am not known hereabouts for my inclination to behold the sun rise in the morning, but rather for my empathetic relationship with the moon and a muse that comes alive at 2 a.m. However, Mazatlan was two hours ahead of Moose Pass in time zones, and as my head remains in Mazatlan where it is NOT 10 degrees above zero and the driveways and decks are NOT covered with icy, frozen slush, I was witness to the above today.

I might try this more often.