Monday, December 17, 2007

Early morning light



In the early morning light Mr Griffiths next door was arleady up and about, a light shining from his window. We worry. Is he cold? The wind blows hard through his house and neither house nor man are young anymore.




As we neared the top of the hill the early morning sun made us glow. The sky still held tight to a few stars.




The sun came up like a glorious ginger fire. The frost held sway in corners, dusting bracken with white ice crystals. But the sky was on fire with daylight.
Distant hills. Planes writing lines on a pure, new day.


8 comments:

ChrisJ said...

So beautiful. You write so well. My favorite blog.

Nick said...

'The sky still held tight to a few stars'.

Mmm. Exquisite.

goldenshade said...

Looks quite crisp but inviting. Do you guys ever have to trudge through the snow? It was -20 C this morning when I went out for my morning foray. I found out I can pee while running and I think it was frozen before it hit the ground.

Boy said...

That is too beautiful for words!

Libbys Blog said...

Beautiful at that time of the morning, I quite understand why you go out then!

Elizabeth said...

Fabulous! You do write well I agree. The fresh air and early mornings must keep your brains sharp! Hope your neighbour is well?

The Ginger Darlings said...

We visit Mr Griffiths every day and he feeds us and we see that he is ok. She does not. But when we walk past She always checks to see that his light is on and sometimes they will stop and talk. Bella goes round every day too and he misses her visits when the dogs are away.
She has a present for the old man in the white house so we will make Her take it round and see that he is well and not too cold.
We worry. He used to walk every day around the hill to talk to the ghosts of the people who lived years ago in the ruined village of Maes y Mynydd. Now he cannot walk that far, he only goes to the top of the hill and he cannot see very well. When we pass the village we give his love to the echoes and the memories that cling to the walls. We wonder if they miss him.

kathyann said...

Beautiful house ! we'd love to live there it looks wonderful! We hope Mr Griffiths keeps safe and well this winter,its so kind of you to keep an eye on him !