All week the alarm goes off at 5:15am. This morning, I wake up before this, pitch black dark outside. The window is open and I feel the cool breeze and hear the traffic in the distance.
The light starts to appear through the leaves of the oak tree and I see a bat darting - dancing - flitting in a pattern to pick up his morning airborne equivalent of a starbucks coffee and almond croissant.
Blue, the cockerel, calls in the break of day with a few loud hellos to the morning and the world.
There is a slight mist hanging in the fields, rose-hips and blackberries in the hedges, not a breath of wind.
What a perfect moment.
Enjoy your well deserved weekend!
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G'day back although with a thoroughly rehurst Aussie accent.
And you have been blogging for three years and this is the first one I have ever seen little loan read. {sighs}
Ability to connect improves whilst the actual communication seems to slip through my fingers still.
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