Saturday 6 July 2019

I'm glad I wake up early . . .

. . . enough




to see the glory



of the rising sun.


8 comments:

kat said...

Me too when I do. There is always glory though, somewhere xx

Pen Wilcock said...

There is, too! x

Rebecca said...

Seldom (if ever) have I regretted being an early riser...

Pen Wilcock said...

Me too!

Julie B. said...

I agree with Kat. And Rebecca. xoxo

Pen Wilcock said...

Yep. x

BLD in MT said...

I wish I was an earlier riser. I've always been more of night owl, though that's been gradually changing. The sunrise is a daily miracle though. I love it when I do get up earlier enough to bear witness.

Lovely photos, Pen.

Pen Wilcock said...

I love November and February, here in the UK. The sunrises and sunsets of those months are *spectacular*, and the sun rises at a time of day when one might reasonably get up and go for a walk (7.00/7.30am). As a child, I loved riding the school bus home from the school in town out to our home in the country. Because the drop-off route went through all the villages it took a while, and in November this coincided with the sunset. Every day I felt I had a grandstand view to a most spectacular show, watching the sun go down through the big windows and from the high up seats of the bus.