Early one morning...

"OK, Lord, I get it. You've woken me up at 5 every morning for weeks now. I'm up, OK!!!"

That was this morning. Between heat, neighbours and a dog with a goose-cough, it was time to get up and do something.

I took a long walk around the campus, taking the dogs for a leg-stretch too which seemed to help the goose-cough. I was up before most of the birds, though by 5:30 there were hints of sunlight on the clouds high overhead. The vaguest of pinks, on wind-feathered tendrils.

Not another soul around, just me and the dogs.

Last night I had wondered when I should attempt the huge pile of dishes that energyless heat had put at the bottom of the to-do list. This morning I had the answer. Hours to spare before work, and every dish is done.

I repotted a beautiful red-flowered plant to bring to work, I ate beneath the mulberry tree in early-morning sunshine, I took photos of the scenery. (I took photos of me, for article profile purposes)

Here's my view this morning:


A closer look - and that's not mist:

... it's wind-blown moisture off the clouds on the mountains, creating an artificial rain!

And check out the sea:

... that's not mist either - it's white-capped, wind-blown sea!

Ah, the joys of living in the Cape in summer. Fortunately, up where I'm at, the wind tends to drop overnight and sometimes it can look like that on the sea but never reach us.

It has now.

But early this morning, before the sun was up, all was peace, quiet and beauty. Thanks for waking me up, God!