Another prompt...
I opened the curtains and watched the dawn this morning; the sky was a dull dark grey with a narrow, but vivid crimson glow outlining the roof of the bungalow opposite.
Nine hours (and one minute) later and it's nearly dark and we're closing the curtains. At this time of year the sun rises almost directly opposite our bedroom window, and sets almost opposite our dining room window.
The houses and trees around us could make a rudimentary seasonal calendar; if I was a bit more diligent in recording times and landmarks I could create a 21st century version of one of the neolithic stone circle calendars, now there's a project! As long as I remembered to take the bearings on the crucial dates it wouldn't be too difficult.
Future owners of this house might be a bit baffled by any markings or prominent stones left around the house and garden.
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This poem by Sara Teasdale is for the wrong month, February, but I love it for the mysteriousness and calm.
It's magical to feel that you're the only observer.
ReplyDeleteIsn't it! Really special.
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