So at sunrise and sundown I'm eager to see what these winter days may bring.
At home in sequential lockdowns during 2020, we take much pleasure in the beauty of sunrise and sunset, in moonlight and in rainbows. And we share the joy they bring with our neighbours. Our horizons shrink, our freedoms are curtailed but the natural world has grandeur and splendour and it is there for everyone.
So at sunrise and sundown I'm eager to see what these winter days may bring.
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2020 is declared A White Christmas. On Christmas Eve there’s an icy wind from the North. The muddy track to Scout Scar begins to freeze. By Christmas Day puddles are iced over, the ground is hard but the wind has dropped so no wind-chill factor. And on both days there is sunshine and snow on the fells- hurray! Christmas Eve: let us go, in wonder, into the realm of the imagination. The Boreal forest was deep in snow. Rime-ice sunlit on birch trees. Herald of spring, a black-bellied dipper splashed in a stream with ice-fretwork. A male appeared, mated with her and was gone in an instant. Sunlit ice prisms floated in the air, translucent lozenges of ice, scintillating diamond dust. The Spring Equinox 2006. I was in Arctic Finland and north-eastern Norway. The wail of ambulance sirens fades as I turn my back on the town and climb toward Scout Scar escarpment. Amidst the rain and December gloom there comes a day of wondrous light and I stand poised on the threshold of another world. Here is treasure trove, something of inestimable worth, and now to make it mine .
A morning of brilliance and louring cloud. Ravens glided and soared above Scout Scar escarpment, riding the up-draught. A dome of blue above, to the north a mass of inky cloud. Moments of light rain on the wind and a day of rainbows. I love to see winter trees caught in sunlight against a dark fell. And the warm and subtle colours of winter woods. Ist December 2020, the first day of meteorological winter. And dawn was glorious. Carpe diem, seize the day. Seize the dawn, I say. Darkness over the town, with pin-points of light. And s spectacle of ever-changing colour and pattern. To the west. windows flamed with reflected brilliance- as if houses were on fire. |
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