I woke up before seven this morning. It was still dark outside, but the birds were awake and started their morning song already. I’m not a morning person, but when I wake up early naturally I don’t mind early mornings. There’s beauty in there too.
Morning darkness is different from the evening one. Less saturated. I can feel the light sitting just behind it, waiting for its moment to come out. The whole world just waiting for the day to push through and wake up. I can almost hear it breathing behind the curtain.
The days are getting cooler, finally. Soon the mornings will be crisp and the grass covered with frost. This year I promised myself to enjoy the cold, not to wish it away too quickly.
But we’re not there yet. For now, it feels like autumn had finally arrived and I’m looking forward to some last garden work of the year.