At 7am the sky is streaks apricots and indigo a dash of gold and the wash behind of translucent milky blue 7:01 gold invades every streak ripening silhouettes deepen the northern horizon a flat heap of indigo gentle and quietly bruising 7:06 we're awash in dank mustard and over there in the pummeled north the first crisp light stings the tree tops a frontal attack sharp and sure 7:14 like daylight is a fading the whole palette swipes again washed watery blue just a skitter of citrus a promise from the sun 7:21 great bleeding shafts of lemon peel dulling the background to monotony any yellow leaps from the landscape ecstatic 7:25 and then it's gone shuffled to the back of a grey cloud pack this wet winter's cumulus stack
The other morning, when the house was quiet, I sat and watched the sky evolve into daytime. I was fascinated by the mood changes. I noted it all down. I have amended my notes a little but it’s basically as it was. A record of sunrise.