I knew it was suppose to rain the following day, as I settled down to sleep, but how early it would arrive was uncertain.
I woke later than usual the following morning and as I always do, I remained still and listened….listened for the signs ….was it windy, was it rainy or was it calm….I couldn’t hear a sound so I stumbled out of bed and wobbled my way to the back bedroom and could sense nature sending out its warning….just through the trees I could see colour and it was a while before sunrise…
I had a quick shower, got dressed and made my way downstairs to make my flask of tea so it would be ready and waiting for me when I came back.
As I stepped outside, the chill of the morning air hit me. As I reached the corner, the sky looked bruised and I could feel the wind picking up…
Puddles that splashed the day before had turned to ice overnight…I needed to watch my step this morning as I never thought to put my Trax on…🥴�…
Up the snicket towards the church and the bruise was covering the sky
The littleies headmaster, Chris, was making his way for an early start and stopped to look at the sky with me…
“Lovely morning”, he said…..’Lovely sky’, I said, knowing the morning would be anything but lovely…but I kept it to myself knowing he’d be in the dry before it started…
I reached the playing fields and could hear the noise of dogs barking in the wood…probably Leah and Albert having their early morning play and runaround…but all the time, it was the sky that captured my attention
I could see a deeper patch of anger in the sky through the trees so headed up the muddy path, but this morning there was a crunch beneath my feet as the mud had frozen in the night making it much easier to walk along.
As I came out into the open field the sky was ablaze with warning, now a richer deeper bruise..
Looking at my watch I knew I had time to retrace my steps and head down to the bottom field, the mud just as crunchy, the slipiness of the mud replaced by crunchy ice crystals on its surface
I sighed a contented sigh as I reach the end
How can nature provide such a spectacle when sending out such a strong warning of rain? Sending out bruised colours into the sky instead of the gentleness of a dry day ahead..
I knew I wouldn’t see the sun rise here. I needed to head back to the previous open field so shuffled my way back, my hands now icy cold inside my gloves…as I reached the field I was just in time. A glimmer of the golden ball was just peaking over the horizon
“Battery exhausted” beeped from my camera 🙄�….I took my already icy hands out of my gloves and fumbled in my pocket for a replacement. Luckily the battery slipped in first time as I couldn’t feel what I was doing, it was so cold.
I looked back up again and smiled…it was still in progress, I hadn’t missed many inches
It always looks as if the sun is bursting through the soil like a flower being filmed at high speed
The sky now a deep orange and streaks of yellow scrawled across the picture before me
I glanced behind me and the sky was thunderously black and very unfriendly looking but before me the sun was sending out its warning loud and clear
Rising through the last bit of low cloud the circle almost complete
….and as the sun finally gave out its light
…..I could feel the drops of rain starting to fall. I began to make my way home, but one last snap between the tangle of willow branches
The rain now heavy, my camera slipped inside my coat, my head bowed against the cold piercing rain, I headed home for my morning cuppa…..isn’t nature wonderful to send such a spectacular warning of rain to come……?