It’s important to rise before the dawn
A rough night’s sleep but happily I was awake before the sun came up.
It’s important to rise before the dawn...
As the sky changes colour emanating from the left of my direct viewpoint, the movement begins.
A flurry of crows land on a nearby tree, each one turned to where the sun is about to appear.
It seems like it must be inherent in their bird consciousness - the wonder and expectations of new day beginnings, for all time.
Then I start to see the dotted trail lines away in the distance, appearing apparently from the inner sky, threading through the brightening light.
I watch and open the window wide to listen.
The geese calls increase, crying the dawn.
Mesmerised, I watch their fabulous mark making in the pink light.
Then the lines move in tangles right over where I am leaning over the windowsill.
I can see the bellies of them - gorgeous shapes as necks stretch out and the constant beating of wings.
The air shifts and the day has begun.