I was outside before half past five..... Clear shining sky and the encircling mountains etched in darkest grey against the rose tinted horizons.. Lambent glory, and utter calm.
Birdsong, and a distant cuckoo charming the air..skylark soaring high in ecstasy
A plane going over, and its contrail was rose pink...made me smile. Seeing life through a rosy glow indeed and although we know it may not last the ephemeral adds poignancy...
At the back a calm, serene ocean, almost bringing tears with the sheer beauty of it... power in abeyance.
Soon it will become more ordinary but soon after five am is a whole different scenario. Magical time... day newborn and pure
And on the lane, heavy frost on grass and wild flowers and a chill that ices the toes. A study in contrasts and the risen sun dazzling on a level with eyes .
Two of the young cats followed me on a walk along the lanes, racing and chasing, and as devoted as dogs. When one gets distracted and left behind, there is a sudden panic and a race... and a loud crow shouting from the esb cables has them at my heels.
Wild flowers are emerging of all kinds and the gorse a golden glory.... wild orchids a splash of purple, ragged robin, dog violets, white bluebells, speedwell. Air is sharp and fresh.
Monday now and skies are softly grey. Leaving sweet memories and a promise of more to come.
Day dawning in peace.
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