Magic Time of Day
Searching the bush track,
awakening the tiny denizens,
lighting the tree tops.
Magic time of day. An hour earlier, nothing. Now life shows itself.
I entered the bushland this morning on my usual search of something new. Flowers, birds, trees, rocks, animals? But then I became aware of the morning light, revealing itself differently. Light fog and low Winter Sun combined to give me these wonderful images. I didn't go home empty handed.
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