Some weekday mornings, the alarm goes off at 6.30am.
I awake from my slumber quickly; considering the factors: Is it raining? Am I too tired? Am I feeling lazy today? Do I REALLY want to walk for 30 minutes for my morning swim?
For three mornings a week, I do. This week, it’s been noticeably darker in the mornings (sunrise is around 6:10am) and so I dread the coming months of darkness. And it really is dark; (Up north – like PROPER North in the Highlands) the shortest day is around 6 hours long which is soul-destroying (but we console ourselves with proper fires, Christmas snacks and fluffy blankets).
But, I do love autumn and winter sunrises. The sky is full of early light, colours and wisps of clouds. This week there was some fabulous light. On Monday as I headed down to the pool the mist was rising off the canal as the sun was fiercely trying to burn it off. Cue beautiful blue skies later on in the day. Tuesday morning; much of the same, so I decided to take my camera – so laden with swimming bag, work bag and camera bag. Unfortunately I had not checked that I had a full battery, so I got approximately two pictures before it died. However, I captured what I saw:
Apart from a lamp-post slap bang in the middle of the shot, (yes, very poor composition!) The light streaming between the trees. Exhibiting in part the glory of the sun in individual bursts of light. This will remind me in those dark December days of what will appear again as the seasons roll round!