Monday, 29 June 2015

Honey Dawn

It was a jet lagged morning that we climbed out of bed and drove in the darkness to a little clearing away from the road. Elder slept on his favourite, thick blanket in the long grass and August stayed close as we explored. Slowly the world expanded as the light spread across the landscape. What had been a wall of night turned into rolling hills and a wide body of water, still and bright. The grass turned into a deep honey colour, gold and red abundant. We climbed trees and danced until it really properly felt like day time and then we went back home wondering why we didn't welcome every new day like this.


1 comment:

  1. One of my favourite places. So glad you're writing again!