The start to a perfect day
Awareness arrives unhurriedly as I surface from the dark chasm that is sleep, so deep was I that to all intents and purposes I slept the sleep of death.
Did I dwell for a brief while in the shadow land?
I know not, only that nothing disturbed that time when I did not consciously exist.
Consciousness when it dawned eased me gently and without haste towards the new day, for once there was no rude awakening, no invisible hand to take hold of me and urge me to rise.
To day I have no pressing needs, no need to clock watch no need to remind myself that time is of the essence.
Outside my window the dawn chorus sounds like the last night at the proms as Blackbirds Thrush and Cricket harmonise, and on the water of the canal the harsh cry of a mallard as he calls to his mate.
Suddenly the still air is displaced by the powerful beating of a Swan’s wings, and in my minds eye I see the webbed feet run helter-skelter across the surface of the water and watch as water fowl race for the safety of the reeds, as the Titan defies the laws of gravity and takes to the air.
The sun in clearing the horizon has deemed fit to grace my bedroom with her golden smile, time to rise and enjoy the start to another perfect day.
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