for Sue Vincent’s #writephotopromt
As the sun starts its upward journey painting the sky with its golden glow, most still slumber. But not me.
On this misty moisty morning, the air I breathe is damp, the breeze that strokes my skin chilled yet invigorating.
The only sound I hear is the swishing of my feet as I stroll ‘cross the dew-laden pasture.
I stop to watch a crimson ladybird wandering down a slippery stem, as a bee settles on its pale blue bloom.
The sudden flapping of wings echoes all ’round as a bird bursts from the lush green leaves of a nearby tree. To my right an inquisitive fox hesitates, one paw raised and stares.
I stand for a moment upon a rickety wooden bridge. With a splash and a flash a silver fish frolics in the glassy water of a reed-edged stream. Shimmering ripples float in ever-increasing circles upon its surface.
The heady scent of a new dawn is as yet untainted by the flurry of human activity. Most still slumber. But not me.
What follows is a version of a nursery rhyme dating back to 1630 sung by the English folk rock band Steeleye Span. Apart from its title, it bears little relation to my story but I thought I’d share anyway it as it’s one of my all-time favourite recordings!
One Misty Moisty Morning