St Paul's Bay.
I rise early at that magic hour. The hour when all is still and a hush envelops my world.
Through the window dawn emerges imperceptibly, its glow gentle, its voice peaceful. Soft lights reflect on dark water waiting expectantly.Yes, its a moment of waiting, a moment of calm, somehow a precious unhurried moment ----I bathe in it gladly as I move with hope into the new day. .
Maureen
Sadness flies on the wings of the morning and out of the heart of darkness comes the light.'
.Jean Giroudoux
