Selectively Juggling

I absolutely love the quiet stillness found late at night, when the household is fast asleep. I derive incredible joy, inspiration and energy from the quiet early morning, as outside I am greeted with a cacophony of birdsong and of day’s awakening. Perhaps I prefer early mornings, as they always bring with them the promise of a new day, a blank page and empty canvas. I enjoy the quiet reflection found late at night, as it enables me to peacefully slip into introspection. However, it is in the early morning new light that I feel energised. Both spaces provide beauty, solace and joy. Yet, nothing can compare with watching a new dawn, as the sun’s rays stretch across the expansive sky, awakening all with its touch. Have you ever sat on a secluded beach and waited with excitement for the sun to climb above the horizon? Have you ever watched the sun awaken, gently peering through a heavily mist covered ridge-top, outlining the trees on an otherworldly shimmer? I have, and those magical moments will stay with me forever.