Dawn in the north simmers into the atmosphere like a maiden sweeps into her lover’s chamber
It is quiet, not silent and peace pervaded the solitude
The sounds of nocturnal creatures are just but dying out
And the brief period of solitude – the one which precedes the rise of habitation premeates the air
They rise with the sun, I rise with dawn
In their rising, they bring life to the world
But the time before this life, this period
This feeling before the rising sun and habitation – Is where I belong
The northern dawn shimmers in the atmosphere
I am left without
Filled with this silent but all consuming sound
Fresh air I can breathe – Unrestricted Contentment!
Beautiful.
Thanks for reading and dropping by Chris. Do come again. 🙂