the gift of an early sun
Something I love about the turning of the season at this time of year are the early sunrises. Now I know lots of folk who despair when the sun charges its way into the bedroom at 6am, 5am, 4.30am – but I adore those hours of quiet, light and warmth that build up before we need to share our breakfast and soldier on to school and work. Leaving behind the warmth of bed, heading into the kitchen to put on the kettle, finding a window to sit by to read or stitch whilst the sun moves higher and higher and the rest of the world sleeps on – BLISS!
Inside, the lamp is lit, sprinkling the corner of the sitting room with a warm honeyed glow ..
Outside, the ground glistens with the night’s rain and the light is thin and grey ..
Hand quilting rests on my lap and over the rim of my frame ..
The floor is strewn with supplies ..
And my sweet girl, shawled in the crochet ripple, is embroidering a puffin for her school art project with peace and intent.
Will she join me again tomorrow morning – maybe :-) Meanwhile, I shall continue to relish these mornings as they lighten and wonder how it is that the hours before 7am move oh so much faster than any other hour the day can offer me!