Morning Light

OK, so I should probably say something metaphorical about windows to the soul or something....but really, this is just the view from my bed in my new room, first thing on Sunday morning. (Like 9.40am)

I always sleep in on Sunday morning. Except this Sunday morning. It's probably something to do with everything being so disrupted what with the move and everything.
We're in a semi-rural location now...dad reckons semi-rural means that you will be able to see a farm from your house.

We arrived here in the dark so this is literally the moment before I open the curtains to an infant view that, for this single moment will be fascinating before dissolving into the mundane. I guess it's quite a profound moment.

I hope I see a farm...