Any morning that I head to the roof to watch the sun rise, I am never quite sure what I will see. Even as I climb the spiral staircase, navigating the narrow space left by the recently installed guttering, I am uncertain what will greet me. Like the morning I took this series of photos…a chilly, overcast morning. Grey was the main colour, as I sat and drank my tea. Little did I know the drama that was about to unfold!
A heavy bank of clouds hung low in the eastern sky, over a bowl where two hills overlapped. As the sunlight began to shine up from behind the hills, a pink pattern started to appear on the clouds.
I realised that nature was deciding to dance this morning and I was a lucky witness! Brighter pink and over a larger area of cloud…
And this was the finale! The sky on fire…transformed…
Tea forgotten; no journaling done. I watched, transfixed. Bathed in this sunrise surprise….
“In this week’s challenge, share with us something that is beloved.”
Moments of solitude are something beloved by me. To sit on my roof by myself and watch the clouds in their infinite variety of shapes and colours, like these mammatus clouds the other morning…
Or on a cottage balcony, way up in the hills, looking down at city lights…
Or having breakfast by myself in a town in a country a long way from home…Time alone…with a book, with a cup of tea, with a journal, in nature…lovely…
On Sunday morning, I sat on my roof watching the last sunrise for 2017. My tea for that morning was tumeric and ginger, sweetened with Belcour honey, from hives my brother and sister-in-law have in the Blue Mountains. There was very little cloud cover, providing a rather minimalist early sunrise sky.Later the sun came up over the hills……outlining them in differing shades of grey.The next day I was up on the roof again, to watch the first sunrise for 2018. Tea was peppermint…with Belcour honey. It was a very different morning, overcast, with heavy banks of grey clouds.But the sun came up. As it always does. With unremarkable regularity.
These divisions…such as the old year into the new year…are arbitrary but useful structures for us, reminding us of the passage of time and ordering our lives to some extent. I enjoy these formal endings and beginnings and some of the rituals associated with them. Not all, mind you. But what I am growing to love more and more are the rhythms of nature. As I view them from my roof…because I am not a great outdoor person, hiking or cycling or similar activities. I am the person who sits on her roof, observing the movement of the sun, moon and stars, the daily flight of birds through this space, the trees blossoming and other such things. It is amazing what I can see when I sit still for a while….
On the 4th day of 2018, it’s not too late to wish you a Happy New Year!
“Show us your interpretation of upward movement.”
When you let your gaze drift upwards, it’s amazing what you can see!
“This week, show us something you appreciate despite — or even because of — its short shelf life.”
Clouds at sunset……temporary……but often making a lasting impression….
“Have some fun with perspective and show just how big, or little, the world can seem.”
One morning in Hope Gardens, looking at the sky, the clouds, the mountains, the trees, the road and a tiny, tiny car…
(Hope Botanical Gardens, established more than a century & a quarter ago on 200 acres of land on the Liguanea Plain, is the largest public green space in the Kingston Metropolitan Area of Jamaica.)