The idea of watching the dawn excited me, but also created some fear. Let me state this now: I AM NOT A MORNING PERSON. But I do love the outdoors, and natural scenes, and the idea of transitions. I remember the eureka moment as I read Plato's Republic over 20 years ago. It begins with Socrates returning home from a religious festival; it leads on to an all-night discussion about the nature of justice. The debate is finally wrapped up as the new day begins, and people 'see the light' - metaphor and situation overlap, form fits theme, and I was impressed at the way meaning can be layered into a work. With the dawn comes new understanding. That stuck in my mind.
Plus: I'm a bit of a hippy.
So on Saturday 21st December I decided I would see the dawn. I got up before 7am, made a flask of tea and a hot water bottle, wrapped up and walked up to the top of the Cefn Llan cemetery in the dark, sat down on the bench, and spent an hour watching the sky getting lighter, listening to the changing sounds and feeling the optimism of seeing a new thing coming into being, the feeling of being privileged, experiencing changes. A journey without leaving the bench. It was special to me, so I thought I'd share it. Photos are displayed in the order in which they were taken.