Breakfast and a blog at dawn

The run home this morning was superb and the dawn light is vivid on my keyboard, my fingers casting shadows going west, my silhouette a cameo on the wall.

The show went well, I got the sunrise theme started at the precise moment needed for it to end at 5:47 a.m.; official sunrise for today. It is the little things that give such joy! Then running home before the sun as it climbed the sky to show its brazen face above the hills and touch my life with gold, car gilded as though Midas had passed by and stroked it.

Off to the left, above a fresh ploughed field, a flock of sparrows swirled but what really caught my eye was not the movement but the pale lemon slashed with blue or teal of some displaced bird dancing amid the dun browns like some exotic butterfly grown far too large. Escaped from some cage and joyous in its freedom.

There was a moment when my heart ached, my eyes filled with tears, not pain but exaltation in the beauty of the day as my spirit ruled completely, open wide to light, to birds, to green all silvered with the dew, to rich brown earth, the pellucid skies an icing over all.

Then as I turned the corner a truck overtook me, disregarding life and law, a speed that shook my car like high wind bringing an adrenaline shock fast to my throat. Let's hope his destination is not final and that he is not the instrument of some other's terminus today. Such haste in all this bounty!

Back home, I boiled water for tea, fed feral cats and Furball who has pooped into my only hat despite the generous litter place provided. Came here and started to type then had to run as clouds of smoke signalled that my toast was toasted. And then some. It was actually in flames, so breakfast will have to be rethought although I have achieved a blog of sorts amid the haze.

I can feel the crash approaching, coming down from my performance high is different every week. Today's will be abrupt and total. I must feed the inner me with something before my stomach decides my throat has been cut and floods the blood with some sustaining cocktail that will make my sleepy head hurt.