Pictures of the sky
3/10/21 11:42![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sudden_serenityThis week for the first time since February-ish I have been up before the sunrise to walk our doggo. It's not as easy to persuade myself it is time to go outside when it's still a strange de-saturated world waiting for me, but by the time I am walking home again for breakfast, the sun is emerging and I am treated to the sunrise in whatever guise that might be. I've seen ghostly white sunrises through mist or high cloud, that look more like the moon. I have seen burning golds and ambers that flare for a few minutes before they are swallowed, rising above the horizon and into a layer of dense cloud, stealing the glory for the bird's eyes only. I have seen slow, fat, lazy sunrises where it seems to lumber reluctantly into the sky. And I have watched the sky aflame, paling to the most delicate, fragile pastel colours as the night ends and the birds wheel into the air for the first time that day.
The truth is that I am a bit of a sucker for the sky. Since I moved to East Anglia, eight years ago, I have accumulated hundreds of photographs of the sun, moon, clouds, dawns and dusks. In an age where we carry the means to record each moment in our pockets, I have entire albums of photos of the big skies over my county. Is that because I never noticed them before or is it that I lacked the time to appreciate them? I lived beneath the Downs for most of my life, so when I raised my eyes, they were the first things I would see. Maybe the sky was overshadowed by the undulations of the chalk hills, the light and shade on the grass. I don't know the answer, but I know that I am grateful every day for the fact that my house backs onto fields and that I have a grandstand view of nature's first miracle of each day or night.
The truth is that I am a bit of a sucker for the sky. Since I moved to East Anglia, eight years ago, I have accumulated hundreds of photographs of the sun, moon, clouds, dawns and dusks. In an age where we carry the means to record each moment in our pockets, I have entire albums of photos of the big skies over my county. Is that because I never noticed them before or is it that I lacked the time to appreciate them? I lived beneath the Downs for most of my life, so when I raised my eyes, they were the first things I would see. Maybe the sky was overshadowed by the undulations of the chalk hills, the light and shade on the grass. I don't know the answer, but I know that I am grateful every day for the fact that my house backs onto fields and that I have a grandstand view of nature's first miracle of each day or night.