Let me try to capture just a few snippets of this morning’s graphic symphony…
Amidst a cocophony of early rising birds, a small swarm of bats had ventured out from the trees where they had been roosting, and made quite a show over the water, their tiny, dark bodies flitting back and forth against the palest pink beginning to peek out over the horizon. As pink turned to ruby and eventually gold, the bats dissappeared into the branches along the shoreline. A few silently drifting swans began to stir along the water’s edge, where they had been gently bobbing in the morning swell. One noisy fellow decided to announce the day with a loud honk, waking some neighbouring geese, who joined in the chorus.
Across the sky, a big, round moon still hung low in the sky, pregnant with expectation and surrounded by a halo of yellow and white. Determined not to be chased from his stage too quickly by the rising sun, he made quite the display over the city, the halo glimmering out over the rooftops against the morning twilight.
The water itself was calm… for the first time in many weeks, almost no wind.
A perfect morning.