Out she goes to the veranda in her fuzzy nightgown and shawl, slipper clad and shivering in the intense cold. She clutches her camera firmly, rapt and intent on the eastern sky, its drifting confetti clouds, its rose and gold and purple.
When she gets back indoors a few minutes later and uploads the morning's chilly exercises into the computer, she sits in front of the screen, wide eyed and wondering. She has in her bag, or rather on her screen and memory card, a portfolio of such perfection that she simply cannot choose just one to share. And to think she might just have slept in... Rumi described such moments perfectly:
The breezes at dawn have secrets to tell you.
Don't go back to sleep!
You must ask for what you really want.
Don't go back to sleep!
People are going back and forth across the doorsill
where the two worlds touch.
The door is round and open.
Don't go back to sleep.
6 comments:
Good pair of photos...one without the other would not have given quite the right impression. Ahh, so beautiful.
So lovely.
The image perfect
and the poem I am copying
as I am among the early risers...
such loveliness and peace in these pictures.
Beautiful captures...
Mornings are magical.
Oh! My! Goodness!!! Absolutely breath taking.
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