The Sun rises at about 7 O’clock in this part of the South Downs.
It is my habit, ingrained from youth, to start my day at about 5 O’ Clock.
So, I have two hours of the mourning veil of night for reflection and contemplation before Day stirs the sleeping world.
Safely settled in our new Home (many thanks for all your good wishes) I lace up my boots, zip up my flying jacket, reach for my staff and head out in the dark to climb to the top of the ridge to await the Dawn.
Climbing steadily upward, aware that a new chapter in Life has begun, I recall roads taken and roads not taken in the past.
I recall friends and relations who have vanished like the melting snow.
I am grateful for the twists and turns in the road that have led me to this…
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