THE BIRTH & DEATH OF THE DAY

With tired eyes and dry mouths we climb.  Our limbs are cold and we need to get the blood back in them; we climb.  We climb and climb still until we don’t.  The sun will be up soon - magic words whispered into the colourless morning of dawn.  In an instant, it has arrived.  The sun, draping the west coast of the northern hemisphere in soft tones and warmth.  In a succession of exasperated sighs and furtive blinks golden hour morphed into blue hour until finally, all colours were shed and we were left blinded and in awe, staring straight into the sun.

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