When morning gilds the sky.....

and the tops of the hills are touched with light


Mornings at five, and all's right with the world.

In a little while the sun shines, the breeze is cool and refreshing, the day passes, and the evening bids a gentle farewell..........


The pale child, Eve, leading her mother, Night. Alexander Smith

Sweet repose...

Post Script.....
And the night passed, and morning came again.

Somebody up there was making beds (is there a housekeeping angel in charge) - shook out the pillows too vigorously and scattered the sky with goose feathers.