Following on from my sunset, this was the morning after.
Morning Mist (right)
Morning Mist (centre)
Morning Mist (left)
In the spectacular silence,
Misty fingers reach out from the riverbank,
Touching, mingling on the water:
Two lost souls come together,
And start their journey
To a secret and private place.
No longer alone,
They disperse as One,
And a New Day begins.
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I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes!
In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too.
On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts.
From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives.
We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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Your first line says it all! I love early mornings. The “night life” has retired. The “day life” is not totally awake. There is that moment of peace when you can just absorb the surroundings. Wonderful!
It was really lovely. There is so much beauty to see on the river, and the best bit is that some of it you can only see from the river!
beautiful pictures and words, lovely!
Thank you.
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