It was a dawn like honey that almost dripped towards me as golden light oozed to lay across my roof. Spilling magic in front of me before my eyes are even fully open.
That radiant yellow horizon sliver beneath those Cornish coconut clouds. Like a heavenly dessert tempting me to tuck in to the day.
And below I see my neighbour’s empty deck, reminding me she’s no longer here. It’s only weeks since dear Thelma passed yet I think of her every day the sky fires up those furnace dawns.
I still get to see what she would have seen from her more than 20 years living here. This view she so loved is one I have fallen in love with too. And every beloved day I like to imagine she’s now part of the river breeze that whispers its way to peace under that morning sun…