SummerTime

What a difference a day makes.
Yesterday's gales had abated and there was a glorious sunrise lighting up our bedroom at the clock forward summer time of 6:30 this morning.

I couldn't resist stepping out of the front door in my nightie to capture the view over the bay. The gulls were wheeling above the shore line while behind me there was a dawn chorus from the garden trees. There was not a soul about, just me and an awakening world.

I crept back to a warm bed, to lie awhile and watch the play of sunlight unfold on the ceiling.