On my birthday recurrence, June 26, the early morning light shortly past sunrise had golden-gray hues. I went for my tracked usual sunrise walk at Eastern Beach while pondering about what nature gave me as a birthday present: food for thought. It was a beautiful metaphor of how the literal changes of colors in the morning light had a symbolic meaning in life: with age hair turns into gray but t the growth offered by living mindfully every day is as precious as gold.
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The golden-gray turns into blue |