Stunning. What a morning, moments like that keep the old memory bank alive. Nothing like seeing the creep of the sun over the horizon. Starts slow then seems to race away as if the sun can feel its own urgency. I remember the same experience in the Sahara Desert, so cold, then so warm and just before the sun rose the birds started to sing although there was no visible means of support for them, and then came the Mullahs eerie cry. Couldn’t even see a mosque. Weird. Hope the rest of your solstice day lived up to the sunrise…. X
Wow, wow, wow! Beautiful, B.
Thanks Jules, ever grateful for you reading x
Stunning. What a morning, moments like that keep the old memory bank alive. Nothing like seeing the creep of the sun over the horizon. Starts slow then seems to race away as if the sun can feel its own urgency. I remember the same experience in the Sahara Desert, so cold, then so warm and just before the sun rose the birds started to sing although there was no visible means of support for them, and then came the Mullahs eerie cry. Couldn’t even see a mosque. Weird. Hope the rest of your solstice day lived up to the sunrise…. X
It does feel mad to get up but nothing could feel more worth it. Love and thanks for reading and I hope you’re back in the sea soon. Xx
This week the summer is celebrated in a blaze of hot weather. A really beautiful description.
It was such a special morning, there’s nothing quite like watching the sun coming up over the sea x