Very Good Morning

Sometimes, when the curtains are opened in the morning, I look out and know it will be a good day.  Sometimes, it is the colour of the sunrise but these days the time between sunrise and opening the curtains is lengthening.

Today, it was the clarity of the view and the wisps of mist in between the hills.  The sun had arrived to chase it all away.  It had all gone within the hour.

Paving slabs down, bones creaking.  The flat pack shed awaits.