Delicate beginnings

Some mornings are robust, they pounce on you when leaving the house. Some mornings whisper sweet nothing's that enchant you, others disregard you as if you weren't there at all. A few, not many, are delicate, they gently glide into being as if the slightest breeze could send them off course.

Into such a delicate morn did I peddle today. Stillness, as if to breath would frighten it and make it bolt! So gentle and fragile, the Sun in all its glory bowed to the day and crept into the sky throwing such marvellous pastel shades that stole my breath. The birds made little sound, hardly daring to move incase rustling leaves upset it so. A morning for just looking, standing on a familiar bridge, seeing it all coalesce into something magical.

On the way home last night the sky was on fire with such bold glory, brazen, daring and bursting with such power and arrogance. This morning perhaps it felt a little ashamed of its behaviour and tried to sneak in without much fuss?!

Here's another day...work....rest...and play!

:)