Entry 2

SHadmin · **Posted:** Mon Feb 18, 2008 4:14 pm

Lying back against cool crisp pillows, shapes once more morph into forms that will become the everyday once light returns. Through uncurtained windows the horizon lightens above the mist-filled moor. The hills, a tonsured line, emerge from the smothering shadows to define the day. Imperceptibly the sky lightens through grey to cream to gold revealing tree tops divorced from their roots by the swirling mists, beheaded troops of a static army that parade each morning, drill perfect. The golden glow begins to warm the moor to life. The trees displayed in autumn glory of russets and reds and golds compete with the growing intensity of colour in the sky until the sun bursts forth a blazing orb of fire above moor’s edge, intensifying the jewelled crowns of trees, edging scudding clouds with haloes, turning the morning mist to rosy candyfloss. From perches high and secret hedgerows birds begin to test their vocal chords. Single cries mingle with trills that rise and fall from every point of the compass. Nature’s surround-sound, uplifting and eternal, perfectly harmonised and orchestrated celebrating life. Nearby, bushes and shrubs are clothed in lace newly spun and sprinkled with dew drops rivalling any garniture of diamonds. The tiny transitory orbs refracting rainbows complement the spinner’s skill sublimely. Night terrors are swept away in a warming flood of light stealing silently into every nook and crevice. Light and life are restored and Nature smiles. And so do I

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