As we move closer to the summer solstice, which is less than a month away now, it’s getting lighter much earlier. The rising light in our bedroom has been waking me at the unwelcome hour of 5 a.m. While I’m not keen to wake up then, it’s OK. Waking is more gentle this time of year. Winters are hard in the north when the sun doesn’t rise until close to 8. It never feels right to begin the day in the dark.
I’m grateful for the light. I’m grateful for the heavy rain clouds that have moved on this week and allowed more light to reach us. I’m grateful for the lush green landscape they’ve left us and the flowers.
Here’s a poem about the dawn.
Text inspiration also came from The Angel’s Game by Carlos Ruiz Zafon.