An Early Start

One of those days when the birds start singing as dark turns into not-quite-so-dark. So you start reading and when you next look out of the window you see the blue sky littered with glorious pink clouds.

Sunrise is spectacular. Every time. That ball of fire appearing over the horizon lighting up the sky. The colours, the silence, the steady rhythm that marks our time.

So I jumped into the clothes that fell into my hands first and into the car – down to the beach. Realising I’d missed that beautiful few minutes as the golden globe passes the horizon I pottered down to the beach just to enjoy the silence anyway.

That early start is always a fabulous start to the day. Going to have to time it a bit earlier next time though..