Early Mornings #13
Another dry Saturday has dawned. I’m outside a little earlier than last week. 6:30am and the world is dark and silent. There is a slight glow to the sky in the direction the sun rises but nothing more than a slight glow.
A plane is flying above me. The morning is so quiet I can hear it clearly.
I’m wrapped up warm, a new fluffy stylish balaclava style hat monstrosity is keeping my entire head cozy. Although with little to no breeze it is not overly cold outside.
I want to re-name this hour ‘bliss hour’. I hear the odd chime as a slight breeze brushes our wooden wind chime. I can hear it but I can’t see it. Everything is still and silent. Peaceful tranquility surrounds me and I take a beautiful breath of fresh cool air into my lungs.
My eyes have begun adjusting to the light and so more garden silhouettes are becoming visible.
The glow in the sky is getting slightly stronger causing the sky to look greyish as apposed to black. It amazes me how much the garden has lightened in just ten minutes since I sat down.
A slight breeze wafts the smell of my dolce latte past my nose. Reminding me of cosines and warmth as winter grows nearer. I had images having to wrap my hands around my warm cup to keep my fingers warm but, they don’t seem to need it just yet.
We had hail here yesterday and it was bitterly cold. I can’t imagine it now as I sit here still that it was that cold.
I hear a seagull in the distance. The first and only bird I’ve heard this morning and it stops almost immediately. It’s still too early and dark for them to be waking from their slumbers I suspect.
I look up at the trees silhouetted against the slowly lightening sky. Thy are completely bare now. Just eerie looking branches swaying gently if a breeze catches them. Quite spooky in the minimal light of the morning.
My mind briefly wanders and I wonder how many others are sat like me out in the darkness? I’m pretty sure my husband thinks I’m mad but I find that I live for these secluded Saturday mornings now. They are a part of my soul.
Suddenly I jumping in my seat as a crow makes its first call of the morning. Quite loud and not too far from where I’m sat. It’s call shattering the silence that I had become so accustomed to in the last twenty minutes.
Actually the silence has allowed my thoughts to run wild and I have this urge to share my Early Morning posts with the world. Usually they are kept for my paid subscribers but I feel the need to change that. These mornings bring me so much joy and I have found them to be so soul enhancing that perhaps it will do the same for others.
The light is still trying its hardest to penetrate the garden as I finish up my coffee and head in to a now awake house who are ready for breakfast. And so I leave you here. Until next week.
Charlotte x