Here we go round the prickly pear
At five o’clock in the morning. T.S. Eliot
You wake up some mornings & the day just feels so right, you know: kids still sleeping peacefully in their beds; cats sprawled in dappled patches of early morning light; the splashy sound of water hitting the beach & the air, mmm, the air delicately laced with golden light & crisply clean like fresh sheets strung on the line.
I like living where we do. Each morning I am reminded that God's mercies are new each day because each day I see it played out before my eyes. When God made Adam He planted him in a garden not in an urban sprawl. Whatever troubles the day may bring, & some days bring plenty, this early morning hangs suspended "between the idea & the reality/Between the motion & the act"[t.s.eliot ~ The Hollow Men] without any shadow. There's a reason that man's my all time favourite poet!
First thing the day is so quiet ~ yet not quiet at all. Marlow's rumbling purr as he greets me echos like thunder. Kirby's chirruping sounds over loud & along the verandah rail the butcher birds serenade the new day with joyous carolling. I like the twilight zones. They are full of possibilities. Perhaps today Star can do math? ☺