The first rays of sun come over the hill behind some buildings
and I am held spellbound.
There's that special silence which is associated with this time of the day.
The blackbird has been singing on a nearby tree for some time now,
but just before the sun appears, he becomes silent
adding to the drama of it all.
This little wooden chair was bought in Spain
for my eldest son when he was just two.
It has been used by all of my children and then my grandson.
It holds many fond memories of many years ago,
and now, bathed in the ever-changing morning light,
it brings me fully into the beauty of this moment
of sunlight and shadows.
The golden rays illuminate the tulips in a dark blue jug
next to the couch where I am sitting.
Everything is bathed in gold, including me.
It feels wonderful!
The star-like reflections in the base of the jug hold my gaze in this play of light.
Abstract patterns are created with the ebb and flow of the sheer curtains
where shadows become a tangible reality.
My early morning peppermint tea is blessed by the morning sun
and when I look up through my window,
I can see the soft coloured shapes of the freshly planted Ranunculus flowers
in the window box through the bevelled edges of the glass window hanging.
Early mornings are my favourite time of the day
in every season of the year.
How could I possibly stay in bed with so much beauty coming into my little home?