Lamplight

At 6:30 every morning, when Buster and I go for our morning constitutional, it is very dark. Sunrise is not due for another hour and a half.

But it is a beautiful time of day. Peaceful; with just the lapping of the waves on the shore and the stars for company, we stroll around the urbanisation and down to the beach for twenty minutes or so.

All too soon, I am back in the thick of another day. But time passes quickly when you are busy and soon it will be time to return to paradise. Not the Paradise of two years ago, though. I mean this literally!