i stir to the calling of the birds i temporarily get out of bed bleary eyed and draw all the blinds open across my 3 windowsin the far corner of my room. the tinge of pink from the sunrise is so beautiful as i lay again in the warmth of my bed. i have a picture perfect postcard view unfold in front of my very eyes. i strain to keep my droopy eyelids open. i cannot miss this i dont want to miss this. i am transformed to an artists eyes. i cant help but think i have a paintbrush in my hands. one sweep with the brush could easily have this on canvas. but could anyone get this to perfection?

the tinge of red and crimson is oh so breathtaking and just above that is cloud formations touched by the rays of the sun giving it a purply colour just above that is a light blue sky touched by the rays of the sun forming a pale yellow then above that is a darker blue of the sky that hasnt yet been kissed by the sun. i take in the bliss of it all and i hear only birds in my quiet suburbia area. different kinds of birds that i cannot name. oh how i wish i was a bird watcher there are the types that are singing and chirping away there are the qua qua ones and there are the coo  coo  ones. there is an ever slight breeze swaying the trees from my back neighbours house that overhangs ours. they are swaying ever so gently. the peace and the serenity of it makes me glad that i am alive. alive to see another day dawning

by this stage i am almost awake as hubby has already prepared me my cappacinno for the morning. i still stumble out of bed and wear my warm robe and plod along the upstairs family room i draw open the blinds of my two windows to see another view of the day breaking . in the far corner  the scene is just stunning i am in awe of it tinges of pink surrounded by pale clouds and the different shades of blue sky surrounding it all. i am now in the front side of my house and no cars have driven by in our quiet suburbia street. why then would i shift from here? we have lived here for almost 30 years .there are so many different shades of green of natures very own grass and trees and plants. who would have thought that green could be so vastly different?. such contrasts in its own colour. i am so tuned in this morning that i feel such inner peace. so much calmer within myself i have briefly opened the window to take in the fresh oxygen . a few deep breaths and i feel so revitilised

the pinks reds and crimsons have slowly diminished and are gradually becoming brighter and lighter as the pale yellows emerge only to be transformed yet again to the glow of white sun rays . so bright that if i stare at it , i cant see the keys to the computer pad.

morning has broken

annie