Sunbeams

Sunday morning, 6:27 a.m.

During the summer months, if the weather is fine, it is impossible to sleep past six in the morning in this house. The sun shines through the bedroom window like a laser beam straight onto your sleeping face.

Stumbling downstairs in search of my first cup of tea, I glanced blearily outside and was struck by the beauty of these misty rays from on high, presaging another hot, hot day.