Sunrise

Last night we listened to Norah Jones. When the song Sunrise began playing the Pilot told me that's the song which got him onto Norah Jones. And then, and then, this morning we witnessed the most breathtaking sunrise. The sun crept up in the eastern sky, behind a bank of bare trees, looking like a fiery, pink orb. So pretty, that pink orb, I could have licked it if it had been wrapped in plastic or planted on the end of a lollipop stick. Sunrise. What a lovely beginning.

In our western viewpoint, we can see the lagoon, the sand shingle and the great waters of the English Channel. Sometimes, when the wind blows just so, one can hear the waves smashing and crashing and thrashing against the shores. The Channel waters, they seem so ferocious, that sometimes ~ particularly at night ~ the flow of the tide sounds like a distant, rolling thunder.

What a lovely spot we fiound ourselves upon, as we rose early this morning: sandwiched between the pink glowing orb rising quietly in the sky, and the ferocious green waters of the English Channel. A bird of prey hovering, overhead ... and the sound of birdsongs dancing in the frostly morning air.

Oh ... la bella vita.