Morning Views - Journal
Let the morning bring me word of your unfailing love. Since adopting Molly the cattle dog, I've been basking in the morning light that hovers amidst clouds and trees to the north-west of our house. Molly and I generally wake about 5 am. We live in an ostensibly ordinary suburb in a reasonably regular town, but the view is often inspirational. The phenomenon of cool air on the skin is also noteworthy. When I was a teenager, my Great Uncle Geoffrey and Great Aunty Winifred visited Queensland, coming all the way from England. I loved them both and Uncle Geoffrey was an enigma. He was Grandpa's brother, but quite different, I'd say unique, in personality. Joie de vivre oozed from him. He wore a watch on both wrists - one for local time and one for English time - and famously declared that Australians were "terribly un-nosy" because in all of his three to six months here no-one had enquired about the double watch scenario. Grandpa told a story of sneaking out into t...