I must admit that for most of my life I’ve preferred twilight to dawn. That is especially in places where there are many public squares decorated with tall lamplights. The glow of evening and the peace it introduces have always left me with a sense of enduring calm.
Nonetheless, there’s something to be said for early morning light. As we have just turned our clocks forward, we have longer evenings. What is left for us to enjoy in the morning?
As I was getting ready for the day, it was about 7 a. m. I looked out my back door and saw a half moon, which hung—-as if it were placed there on purpose—-against a backdrop of charming, old Victorian homes. Beyond the courtyard, there was a glow of street lights and other house lights that streamed out onto the lane, creating an equally tranquil scene.
If it had not been for my two adopted rescue dogs asking to be let out, I might have missed that moment.