This early morning, I sat in my livingroom in the dark, and watched the morning vista evolve. There is a point in time when night transitions into dawn before light takes over the sky. It is a moment of anticipation, before the sun blinks over the horizon when the land and the sky merge to form a ribbon of colour. Tangerine, with a hint of yellow and red.
The river touched by the bare tree silouettes flowed eastward still carrying remnants of winter ice.
The land on the other side of the river was spotted in the glowing night lights, glimmering shivering in the chill of the season, protecting the community still fast asleep.
Quiet calm and contemplative, I sat and watched the glory of morning arrive wondering if anyone else was enjoying the vista, watching the colourful transitional pull of spring, anticipating a new day, feeling safe and connected to my tiny part of the world.
The river touched by the bare tree silouettes flowed eastward still carrying remnants of winter ice.
The land on the other side of the river was spotted in the glowing night lights, glimmering shivering in the chill of the season, protecting the community still fast asleep.
Quiet calm and contemplative, I sat and watched the glory of morning arrive wondering if anyone else was enjoying the vista, watching the colourful transitional pull of spring, anticipating a new day, feeling safe and connected to my tiny part of the world.
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