Instead of sleep in the early hours I sit and listen to the siren song of the starlings and finches at four am they gather on the dew-kissed fencetops when the delicate new day is climbing from grey earth to sherbet-pink sky and I wonder what’s to come in the next 19 hours before my head hits the pillow because – although most days are the same – like the dawn chorus everyday is different.
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The encouragement of an ochre sunrise delivering the day subtly and slowly floods my soul with the sensation of contentment the belief of opportunity to live better than yesterday to improve our world through words and actions loving more and loathing less being kinder by choice not necessity.
And when the lipstick sunset kisses the sky i want it to be with passionate pride rather than pity and pain.
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