Six o'clock in the morning
A jackdaw in the trees outside my bedroom wakes me up. I look on Alfred sleeping next to me, breathing with a regular, slow rhythmn, hands wrapped above his head, so peaceful. Blackbirds sing and a ray of light streams through a chink in the curtain, catching dust dancing in the light breeze of cool air.
I come downstairs and look out on Cambridge. Drawing the curtains, I step back, momentarily dazzled by the intensity of the morning sunlight. The dragonflies whirr away on their shelf, powered by photovoltaic cells. The maranta plant creaks as its leaves unfurl to receive the sun.
The air smells sweet as I lean out of the window. Four students in dinner suits stagger by, avoiding the cars as they cross the road on their way home from May balls. They sing, champagne bottles in hand, ties discarded, before turning the corner and disappearing from sight. Another student zig-zags along the road, arms outstretched - he thinks he's flying.
I settle down to my laptop to read the news and work. A cafetiere of coffee and my favourite mug.
Posted by nathan at June 15, 2003 07:29 AM
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