Atlantic Dawn

Soft twilight crept between the curtains to tickle my eyelids and entice me out on the baclony while on the way home from the Caribbean. Gold-burnished clouds hearlded the approaching sunrise which followed minutes later. Then, like someone hiding from view until they’ve had their morning coffee, the sun temporarily ducked behind the clouds, beforeContinue reading “Atlantic Dawn”

Where the Sun Seldom Shines

The trunk and branches of the old oak seldom see sunlight as they spend the day in the shade of the canopy of their own leaves. But at dawn’s first light, when rays from the sun prod horizontally between other trees, some beams spotlight the the trunk and its spreading branches giving them a briefContinue reading “Where the Sun Seldom Shines”