Don’t go back to sleep.
You must ask for what you really want.
Don’t go back to sleep.
People are going back and forth across the doorsill
where the two worlds touch.
The door is round and open.
Don’t go back to sleep.
Rumi
There's a refreshing coolness in the air at the beginning of day, a sense of fey surprises and unknown adventures waiting away out there, somewhere beyond the shining rim of it all. A few adventures would be appreciated this week as I wait for biopsies to be scheduled at the cancer clinic, for the results to be analyzed and the news (good or bad) to be delivered.
The serendipity meeting of fence and field and fog and tree in early morning could be a metaphor for life itself and our meandering earthly journey through it - so too, the nebulous horizon, violet skies, contrails and drifting wisps of cloud. At this time of day, it is easy to get caught up in the sky over one's head, and I almost didn't see the orb weaver's web shimmering on the rail fence. It was a fine, arty construction and to miss it would have been a shame.
When I awakened before sunrise, the constellation Orion was cavorting in the southeastern sky, Capella higher up, Venus lower and to the east, Sirius hovering just above the horizon. Then rain clouds moved in, and the stars of early morning were hidden from view until (hopefully) tomorrow. Orion's appearance in the predawn sky in August is a harbinger of autumn, and it is something I always watch for. There were a few red leaves in the Lanark highlands last weekend, and the Virginia creepers on the fence by our gate are starting to turn - no doubt about it, seasonal changes are on their way.
Mornings like this one are grand though, and sometimes one needs them to start things off in late summer, especially when the projected temperature for the day is in the high thirties (Celsius) with humidity factored into the equation.
1 comment:
such a beautiful photo, and your words as always take me there. <3
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