I love early St. John mornings. Just before dawn, there is a brief period of silence as the tree frogs cease singing their songs and, I assume, go to sleep in the trees. Minutes later the birds begin their singing just about when the sky in the east begins to display the first light of day. Shortly after that there are those few minutes where the sky turns various shades of red, not always, but quite often. It can be quite spectacular. This morning I had my camera ready.