Winter Sunrise
It's 8:30 and the sun is behaving like the diva that she is--witholding her radiance. Every single blade of grass is upright and immobile waiting for her. The air of expectancy is manifest in the frost on the ground.
Meanwhile the warm up acts are doing their best to keep us entertained and to have their time on stage.
The clouds are arched wisps like the eyebrows of an ancient Japanese actor. The sun thinks the arch is an honour guard for her entrance, but we see a mare's tail pattern telling us as reliably as the shipping forecast that the wind is from the east.
Below the arched clouds, layers of vivid pink-red bunting.
After the waiting, she emerges slowly over the bunting: a simple red orange orb.
posted by landgirl @ 8:30 AM
4 comments
4 Comments:
you could glean parts of sthis post and make a lovely haiku.
I love the way the sky dominates up here in caithness, I love how it makes 60 or 70% of our world, and the weather is an over riding preoccupation as it makes such a difference to our days.
Big Sky country--I used to htink that meant Montana (they put it on their license plates) but we are definitely children of the earth-sea-sky continuum up here.
Ruan, you have voiced something I've half-glimpsed, based on my visit to Caithness three years ago and all these years of this blog, but was unable to articulate. Thank you.
How lovely it seems (when the weather's good) to be so connected to and so dominated by an aspect of the natural world.
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