My neighbor across the street just sent this picture from her upstairs window, and this is the sky I saw early this morning too looking out my east window. 

First thing every morning I open the shutters out this way and I sometimes just have to sing:

Morning has broken, like the first morning.
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird.
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning.
Praise for the springing fresh from the word.