Apparently the sun passed over the celestial equator very early this morning at 1:23 PDT.

Here at the 45 parallel north, all I need to know is that on this magic day, the sun always rises exactly behind the  giant fir tree directly out my east window.  Faithfully.  Twice a year.  At exactly 7 a.m.

Snapping this picture can be a bit challenging as I have to lean over Rosie who usually waits for the sun to rise, not just on equinoxes, on her personal window seat.

It’s a magic moment.