7.22am. Not drunk my tea yet.

I am not a morning person. It is a shock to the system if I have to crack my eyes apart at some ungodly hour to do something as frivolous as watching the dawn. I first did it two years ago. Oops, I did it again. (I know, I know, but I've always wanted to say that in a blog post).

21st December 2016, I made my flask of tea and tucked a hot water bottle into my coat and sat in a cemetery on top of a hill, watching the ghoulies go back to bed in readiness for a new day, new thoughts, and new yawns. Here, you can join me on this journey in a truncated form.

7.21am. I have no idea what the lights behind me are. I suspect supernatural occurrences, but I'd shut my eyes for a minute and missed them. Hey, this is just like Paranormal Activity or something, only more boring and mostly consisting of me waffling on. Cool.



7.42am. It begins.




8.15am. About the same.

8.28am. That's as sunny as it gets where I live.

Liminal times are times for thought and consideration, times where the potential for change presents itself, times for growth and renewal. May all your dreams come true in 2017. (Unless your dreams involve nasty stuff, in which case I take it back).