Sunrise

Extraordinary. A soulless pre-dawn with a sky full of sulky clouds too lazy to move was transformed by the sun rising over the distant line of hills. Instantly birds started chittering all along the hedgerows. Snowdrops nodded at me from the banks.  The air smelt fresh and clean.

The beauty was all there moments earlier - but was only noticed when the sun came up to cast a different light over it.

I've known that expression forever but this morning it really meant something.

It must be Sunday: I only ever get like this on Sundays.  Don't worry, I'll be back to normal tomorrow.