This time of year, the frosty mornings give us such a beautiful display of light and shadow, of magic and mystery. And the fact that the sun doesn’t rise until 8am right now means you can have a relatively decent lie-in on a Saturday morning, and still get out pre-dawn for some great shots 🙂
The freshness in the air, the silence and most of all, the solitude is just wonderful. It’s as if you are the only person in the world, and are completely at one with all nature.
The hard ground underfoot, which is usually so soft (it’s all sand on the heath) makes a nice change. It’s different, and though we don’t get much snow here so close to the sea, you can feel it still underfoot, and hear it whispering in the early morning’s light: the Song of Winter.
It’s there in the beams of sunlight that play through the branches and dance in the clouds. It’s there in your soul, waiting to be heard.
And so we stop, and take a moment to listen to our own hearts.
And we know that a world of wonder awaits us, if we just open our eyes to see the beauty that lies all around us.
And we carry that memory with us, though the road be long, though the nights are dark, though the shadows creep in.
Here is where we find ourselves, in the stillness of the year. When the fields lie fallow, and the birdsong is muted, we take a moment to hear our own souls.
And we know that we are truly blessed.
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