Early to rise, pale morning wrapped in mist….
Over the mountains the sun it rises. Shadow dancing, peeping, creeping….
….the light painting the cloud-cloak a rich gold….
A burnished halo, breathtaking, fleeting….
Elusive still. The sun is up, the cock crows, the church bells peal. Come now, awaken the town with the promise of another day!
magicspello 
It is 2145, I am on a train to Stansted so I can get up at 0500 to fly, only to get up at 0400 the next day to fly back. I think you win 🙂
Anthony, I think I do win! These joys await you when you quit the rat race! I like nothing better than the cool, clear air of a morning full of expectation. Take care my friend.
Beautiful words and light … thank you for visiting too 🙂
Thanks Geoff – it was a stunning sight from the top of the tower; it seemed like the top of the world!
That is an amazing series of the changes made by the rising sun. It’s setting the sky on fire. Beautiful images!
Thanks Otto – much appreciated. We were positioned on the terrace at the top of an old bell tower where we stayed, in the crisp, dark morning air. The sun rose slowly as we watched, allowing us to take dozens of shots – a magical experience.
Oh, lovely!
Thanks lori. It was a magical morning.