One of the benefits of wintry mornings is that the sun rises later according to the clock, so I need not bolt out of bed at 5.30 a.m. to catch the event.
In fact I can catch it from my bed now, being the end of autumn.
On this particular morning the light flooding my room was so glowingly golden that I knew a beauty was occurring. Bolt out of bed I did, and scurry for the camera.
It was chilly, but I didn’t wait to throw on more layers, knowing how very ephemeral the sight would be.
Pure gold … and not even a cheap thrill, but free!
As I write this and look over at the shades of grey and white that fill the sky where that glory had so recently been, I don’t like to say it’s banal by comparison, but it is!
At least it is changing constantly, being composed of clouds. Plain blue sky is but a background wash awaiting clouds to give it life.
If you have doubts about that, do check out The Cloud Appreciation Society site.