Early Mornings #15
I’ve managed to sneak outside at 6:30 again. The weekend before the Christmas festivities begin and it’s surprisingly mild.
It’s dark, but a small breeze whisks through the leaves and the wind chime jingles in the quiet.
I can’t quite believe I’m still sitting outside on an early Saturday morning the week before Christmas.
There is a slight pink tint type glow to the sky in the direction of the sunrise although it’s nowhere near sunrise time. But it gives me hope for another nice day. Everything is silhouetted against a dark greyish pink sky.
I’ve tried to capture this with my phone camera but it just doesn’t do it justice. Like many things in nature the camera just doesn’t do it justice.
A crow calls in the distance, the first of the morning. There seems to be an abundance of crowd and magpies around this year. It wouldn’t bother me but they are scaring off the small birds who I barely see or hear anymore.
I close my eyes for a moment and breathe in the solitude of the morning. It’s gone quiet again.
Yesterday I was at the woods and spent a glorious morning wandering through nature. We’ve been lucky the last few days to have drier conditions allowing enjoyable time outdoors.
Being outside in the early morning is just as lovely. The world hasn’t woken up yet and nature is as it should be. With less wildlife to spot and listen to at this time of year I am spending more time just being. Taking this time to wake slowly. Being calm and peaceful in a busy season.
The Christmas holidays have now officially started and I’d like to get a couple of beach walks in this week if I can. My son and I haven’t done that in a while.
I sip my coffee and notice the sky has lightened some more. There is a seagull in the far off distance calling but I can’t quite tell from which direction. Except for the odd breeze brushing through every now and then the morning is still and calm. My eyes have adjusted to the darkness but there is nothing to be seen. No movement, not even a cat out on an early morning wander.
The bird feeding station catches my eye, I’ve barely had time lately to refill it. I make a mental note to do that this weekend. Although with the very few birds visiting nothing disappears as quickly as it used to. I feel a slight sinking in my chest as I hear the sound of our neighbours cat bell.
Shortly after birds start to sing. They arn’t very close but they are close enough for me to hear them singing. The urban morning chorus has begun and it’s like magic for my ears.
I wonder with intrigue if birds have a small body clock that tells them when to begin sing in each morning or whether a certain amount of light triggers something within them. It’s still fairly dark but it has lightened up considerably since I’ve been sat here. The birds done sound any closer and so I know that I’m probably quite unlikely to get any small visitors to the garden this morning. There don’t appear to be many very close to our garden. Except a crow that sounds like it’s on our house roof and is now sounding out what feels like a warning to all that are smaller than he or she.
I can hear the road traffic and air traffic amongst the calls of birds now and my peaceful tranquility appears to have disappeared.
Time to go inside I think.
Until next week… Christmas Eve Eve. That one should be fun.
Love Charlotte x