dawn

"It's getting near dawn, when lights close their tired eyes..." Disraeli Gears by Cream grooves away in my ears... "in the sunshine of your loooooove..."

It was so beautiful this morning...electric amber streaming through dew bejewelling vivacious greens.

What is it about mornings...?
An end to the limitless demons of night and psyche;
A crystallisation of streams of events that intoxicated or just plain poisoned the night before, obscured by the subjectivity of the passing moment.