Descending into Carnarvon, Western Australia
We are four weeks into winter, so I close my eyes and go to warmer places. I still wake early at dawn most days, even when I’m not travelling. I stumble around in the dark, my footsteps softened by warm bed socks and make myself a cup of coffee in the dark. Even though I live alone, my movements are small, my touch light. I can’t wait for the hiss of the kettle to settle. It is way too loud, when all else is silent.
That serene moment that lies suspended between night and day, is fragile. I am respectful of that.
Until next time
As always
a dawn bird
A Shared Space 
I’m like you, I love those pre-dawn moments. I love be out with my dog then, enjoying the freshness of the world, the sounds of the birds waking up, magical.
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We are kindred spirits, Mason! It really is a magical time of day.
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Gorgeous image.
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Thank you! It’s a beautiful sight … except in a storm!
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