In all our sanctuaries we sit at risk

Dawn by Lampshade


It’s good to be up in the mornings just before the sky begins to turn. It’s a bit like a huge lampshade, stretched very tight all round. The lamp-switch is one of those fade-on fade-off ones, and the bulb has come on very dim and lovely, no obvious colour yet, no reds or greens, still just darkness edging on deep purple, but the lamp shade glowing slightly almost everywhere, or thinning, or stretching tighter, so it is a kind of slightly glowing purple now, second by second becoming deep blue-grey. The birds like these moments too. The blackbird has just said so. Always like this bit, it said. Here I am again, astonished, and just look what’s around.