Awake at sparrow fart, yet again, I noticed a pink haze fall across the bedroom wall. “That’s cool!” I said to myself while sliding the doona over my shoulder to snuggle down and doze for a while longer. I was so comfortable and having only fallen asleep a handful of hours before I was keen for more shut eye.
Instead my eyes bolted open like I’d had a start and I flung myself out of bed.
Hastily I pulled on track pants and slipped arms through uncooperative hoody sleeves. I zipped it up over my nightie, put my beanie on with the plaited neck ties that made me feel like I had long hair, grabbed my camera phone and raced to the front door.
I was quite the spectacle myself.
Judging by the colour on the walls, sneaking through the side gaps of the closed blinds, the sunrise would not disappoint my scrambled effort.
I unlocked the fortress and through the glass panelled doors the colours were a feast for the eyes. I stood for a moment breathing it in like a calming balm, rejuvenating my tired soul.
Running across the road for a better angle I said to no one there and to everyone I wished who was “Wow! Mornings can be pretty spectacular!”
Soft but vibrant hues of pink and blue a-washed the sky to the North and East, while the south and west formed strange clouds tinted with the mornings awakenings.
Funny how we talk of clouds like shadows on our hearts when they can be so full of wonder when absorbing and reflecting the magical colours of the sun rising and setting.
I was trying not to fiddle too much with position and focal points, knowing full well the colour show would be over in a few more blinks when I noticed hot sharp stabbing needles across the tops of my feet.
No time for shoes. It was so worth the massive mozzie attack.
Only now watching the wind tousle the gum leaves and tree branches through my window, do I realise how still and mild and peaceful the break of day had been.
And I said a little prayer to whoever may be listening. I wished the days ahead to soon be filled with such stillness, peace and magical wonder; replacing the chaos, uncertainty and bleakness encapsulating our collective thoughts, breaths and the essence of existing amidst these bizarre and tumultuous times that is the year 2020.
Best go shed my own bizarre photo capturing attire and inhale a cup of tea – there’s already enough weirdness to live through without me adding to it voluntary.
Plus I don’t think Doug’s heart could survive the sight.
Take care all.