Tuesday, November 4, 2008

A quiet start of day and end of night.

In the garden, in the time that is still night, almost morning, when darkness still holds the world, the stars are swallowed by clouds. Each day when the new light comes there is a small moment of awe. It is still enough to hear a shrew squeak, but over the hill the waves can be heard, biting the cliffs. Unusual. More often there is a distant murmur of sea on shore as the waves roll up the gentle sand slope at Traeth Mawr.
Soon a new day will begin as the night tips over into daylight, but for now this is a time of quiet peace and we can snooze, islands of ginger purr, on Her bed while She reads.

3 comments:

goldenshade said...

She must feel so safe with the blanket of ginger keeping Her warm

Pass on congrats to Her for the Snow Leopard being up for an award!

Purrrrss

The Dutchess said...

An Award..wonderful!!Congratulations:)

The Ginger Darlings said...

Not an award yet, but on the longlist for the Greenaway award with The Snow Leopard. She is clever, sometimes.