I love to wake to Nordic sun. A cold wind blows across the island. Last night’s Réveillon at our friends began with a bang, as Andy lit that single rocket in black sky at the back of Midnight. We hung our last hour of 2011 on Monica’s coat rack and gathered by a warm hearth for Hogmanay. We wished Cameron “Happy Birthday”, smiled, kissed and toasted to a brand new year. Merriment de rigueur as we swung towards brand new dawn…
I love this isle from this point of elevation. Brand new year, the wanderer walks through heather and looks for now bathed in pale blue and brand new sun. Kate Bush once wrote & sang, “stepping out of the page, into the sensual world…” This simple phrase sticks through my mind, as I stood still and felt this crisp first day against my skin. At around noon, my northern realm was so dazzling.
from blue to grey
But then light feels like trapped inside Pandora’s Box as clouds gathered as if to signal end of gold… Birds hasted wingbeats and prepared for roosting time. But first, feast wherever it is offered to them. Inside willows and on feeders, before they switch to sleepy sky…
The wind still bites after sunset. And from the comfort of my hut, I celebrate this brand new year graced by a generous first sun.