The light from the moon was so bright in my room this morning that it woke me. So bright in my half awake state that I put up my hand to shield my eyes and as I did bright moonbeams passed through the spaces between my fingers illuminating everything they touched. I reached over to my clock to check the time and with bleary eyes noticed that it was almost 5 am. I stretched a little, gave a yawn and got out of bed and went over to the window, the sky was a beautiful deep blue, the air was cool and fresh, the moon hanging there in the sky and to the east the blue started to colour with a hint of lavender and pink...I love this time of day.
Everything is so quiet and still, apart from the occasional bird stirring in its nest. The sky is always so blue and the moon still lingers in the sky as if it doesn't want to leave with the night sky which has left it behind. The air is fresh and still holds a slight chill and the grass is wet beneath my feet.
In this hazy half light of the morn the earth seems to hold its breath and then as the sky starts to colour with soft hues of peach and gold and the bright rays of the sun pierce through the softness, mother nature seems to let out a sigh as a new day begins.
Golden shards of light slant through the trees, warming everything with soft morning rays, everything comes to life in this golden light. The birds wake from their sleepy nests and sing their morning song; flowers strain to the warmth of the sun to dry their dampened petals, dewdrops sparkle as they are suspended on a cobweb trapeze. Amongst this unfolding beauty I have a feeling of happy anticipation and promise; a new day has dawned and all seems right with the world.
Everything is so quiet and still, apart from the occasional bird stirring in its nest. The sky is always so blue and the moon still lingers in the sky as if it doesn't want to leave with the night sky which has left it behind. The air is fresh and still holds a slight chill and the grass is wet beneath my feet.
In this hazy half light of the morn the earth seems to hold its breath and then as the sky starts to colour with soft hues of peach and gold and the bright rays of the sun pierce through the softness, mother nature seems to let out a sigh as a new day begins.
Golden shards of light slant through the trees, warming everything with soft morning rays, everything comes to life in this golden light. The birds wake from their sleepy nests and sing their morning song; flowers strain to the warmth of the sun to dry their dampened petals, dewdrops sparkle as they are suspended on a cobweb trapeze. Amongst this unfolding beauty I have a feeling of happy anticipation and promise; a new day has dawned and all seems right with the world.
