Saturday Week 12 Sunrise came softly, gently. Colours of pink and blue stretching lazily across the horizon. Outside, Ava the dog was barking. Waking me up. The universe has other ideas for my Saturday sleep in. All the birds, waiting their turn to sing. Choreography, Mother Nature the conductor. It’s cold at 6:30am. My breath steams. The dog is proud of her early morning work. Bumps her head under my hand. Looking for recognition and a pat.
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