What a month that was! Hard to sum up in one picture, but I think this works for me. Changing skies always fascinate me.
I was fortunate here for two reasons: firstly, I happened to be at this spot when the lighting conditions were excellent, and secondly because the lie of the land enables a horizontal view but from an elevated position, allowing me to make the most of the ‘carpet’ on the floor of this piece of young woodland.
A word often used by itself as a greeting. A simple word of which we all know the meaning. Just hold on, though. Do we?
Taking a purely technical approach, if the time now is, say, 23:59 on Friday, then in two minutes’ time it will be 00:01 on Saturday. That makes it Saturday morning. Very early on Saturday morning, I grant you, but Saturday morning nevertheless.
From a more social angle, the mood on a Twitter timeline from around 06:00 onwards is dependent on many factors including the weather, the day of the week, contributors’ general health, the events of the past evening, the wakefulness of small children through the night, and prospects for the day ahead, whether work-related or just involving activities that insurance companies class as ‘social, domestic and pleasure’. (What a mix-up!)
Then again, here is a picture which I call ‘Morning’ because of the memory it gives me:
But what should the term ‘morning’ really mean to us in the context of a fresh opportunity for the psyche? Need we limit the idea to the start of a literal day? Can we not think of it as a breakout into a fresh part of our lives – away from the previous day, the last six weeks, five years, or whatever? Well, these musings led to this poem. See what you think.
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It wasn't easy for me tackle this one because I am just starting out.