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I worked hard yesterday afternoon and set up my home gallery and then I worked in my writer’s studio until 2am. 
I woke refreshed at 6am so I got up and began work again, thinking at the same time how I was doing what I have warned against in previous posts, 'getting on a creative high', and making a note that I must rest later today once I've completed my current creative writing assignment.

It is rare for me to be up before dawn and see the sun rise and it is most enjoyable, I think I should make it a permanent part of my life.  But can I?

I have been watching the mist rise over the oat field and the sun coming up and highlighting the creamy yellow green heads against the deeper green base, it seems only a week ago that they were just a short grass crop.  Reg and I fantasize as we always do when gazing out over a panorama, that this is all our land, our wealth, lol, well it is, we get to see the beauty of it and have none of the responsibility or work of planting maintenance harvest and sale of the crop, how much greater wealth is there that that?

It is chilly but beautiful. I think I could enjoy working in the morning peace at 'this time of day' but I would have to get my body’s rhythms set to get to bed by 10pm, unheard of for me.  At 63, can I make this change?

It is 7.15 am now and Reg has joined me. He is in his window seat armchair with is breakfast and the morning sun is streaming through our window, removing the crisp, chill in the air.  It is going to be a beautiful day here in Northern Victoria, and I am so pleased I did not miss a moment of its daylight beauty. :-)
 


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