It may not be good for our souls for there to be many mornings like this. Calm, and with ground frost adding complexity to the already gorgeous colours of the dead bracken and the only regret that I missed the first rising of the sun by a few minutes. Even near the road there was an absence of the usual traffic noise. I wondered if there was a truck drivers convention somewhere on the west coast? Resident birds were singing anxious to enjoy their moments before the coloraturas arrive. Could it be true that more perfect mornings occur on Mondays than other days? During the cricket season it often seemed that most rain fell on a Saturday. Scope for some serious research.
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