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”

The Front in the Back

The morning light fairies were at it again. My wife, who was facing the back window, said: Look at the reflection of the front doorway window. I looked and saw nothing. She told me to stand where she was at her eye-level, and there it was like a bright, sun-burnished sprite. Minutes later it wasContinue reading “The Front in the Back”