I didn’t get up and out early to greet the Midsummer Sunrise – I resisted the early morning call to get ready, and turned over and back into dream-filled sleep at 4am. Although a few decades older than a teenager, I still seem to need as much sleep 🙂
Strangely I awoke just as the sun would have made its appearance on the horizon. I tried to get back to sleep but thoughts of the sunrise enlivened me enough to get up and draw open the curtains. I could just see a glimpse of pink in the cirrus clouds towards the direction of the sunrise as the sun began making its journey above the buildings and trees blocking my view.
I meandered down to the kitchen to make a thirst-quenching cup of coffee, returned to bed, and watched the pattern of the window move across the opposite wall – first golden yellow, then brighter creamy white – as the sun moved correspondingly across the sky.
I sipped my coffee, drinking in the cacophony of early morning birdsong: corvids caw-cawing at a distance and seemingly high up somewhere, whilst smaller chattering garden birds chirruped closer to home below the open window.
The window pattern continued its trajectory across the wall – first strongly half-illuminating the painting of Stonehenge before spreading across the whole painting – softening as it travelled; quite surreal, but fitting!
Happy Summer Solstice!