Dawn

The days are short- but the dawns are often beautiful. I was driving very early this morning through pre-dawn darkness, and when the mission was accomplished daybreak brought the most beautiful pink and blue skies, colours graduating from one to the other, the rising sun gilding the clouds and vapour trails. As the road twisted and curved, new panoramas blushed and gleamed above the dark concrete streams and canyons, and my heart filled with joy in spite of everything. We can't control illness, but neither can we control nature. It reminds us that we are part of it all, and it sent a Goldfinch to the white-barked Birch that I planted five or six years ago to nibble at the hanging seed pods. How very lovely!