With much on my mind re this coal book, the ongoing issues and the ensuing talks and tours, I am up early to start work.
One recent benefit of this — apart from stopping my kaleidoscope brain from its pointless shuffling — was that I caught the moon on its way to bed, full and bright above the south-western still-dark treeline, which the early dawn light was just starting to colour.
Things change rapidly at that hour, and in the opposite sky, where the sun was about to pop over the mountains, the raggedly combed clouds were suddenly aglow.
Softer pink reflections attended the moon before it slipped from sight into cloud and away — a veiled exit!