Black and white photo of morning outside garden glimpsed through a gap in the curtains.

False dawn.

Sounds heard whilst simmering over my bed coffee:

It is 5am.

  • Magpie carolling.
  • Box of bottles being emptied into a faraway metal bin.
  • Motorcycle downshifting.
  • Unknown bird that sounds like a notification (why dont I know which bird this is?).
  • Sirens. Waxing and waning on the breeze.
  • Movement clank from the roof space as the house wakes up.
  • Clock ticking from down in the kitchen.
  • My thoughts (Do I hear my thoughts?)
  • The swish and surge of my blood.

It is 6.30am:

  • Meditation bell.

“The only way to deeply feel the magnificent beauty of a beautiful morning is to be aware that this morning will never happen again and may be the last morning!”

― Mehmet Murat ildan


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