Yesterday morning Summer Solstice in the Southern Hemisphere, I watched the sun rise over the beach.
The first hint of colour in this sky.
And I watched the colours change as the sun came up. It was magickal. I could see the colours spreading out across the clouds like there was an invisible painter. Or my eyes were playing tricks on me. I prefer to believe the former.
I felt so grateful to have been able to sit there and watch it. It was awesome, and I might have got something in my eye.
It was a wonderful way to start the morning.
This morning I went back. Before the sun starts to paint the sky with its glorious colours that dazzle and overwhelm, there is this special quiet time where everything is mostly dark, the rocks, the water, the clouds. And there is just a hint of light on the horizon, reflected in the water.
This is my favourite time, not the showy sky painting time.
I just sit on a rock, watching, listening and thinking. I am grateful to have this time at this time of year. It’s one of the parts of summer that I actually like.
And then after the show, the tree.