Not everything has a name. Some things lead us into the realm beyond words … It is like that small mirror in the fairy-tales … You glance in it and what you see is not yourself; for an instant you glimpse the Inaccessible, where no horse or magic carpet can take you. And the soul cries out for it.
Alexander Solzhenitsyn
cited by Michael Mayne
This Sunrise of Wonder
I admit it. When there’s a frosty nip in the air, even inside the bedroom, it takes some determination to – “54321 …” – leap out of bed and get out of the door. And today is definitely the kind of morning that takes your breath away at first. But there must be something deep within me that remembers what it is to stand before sunrise, something primal, a being connected to the Universe, to something bigger than we can comprehend, that sustains and warms us, calling us to wake up!
wind in my wheels 🌱 
The siren song of a sunrise. Hard to resist, isn’t it? ☺️💕
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Absolutely. And the frost sharpens clarity – or maybe it’s just the chilly shock that wakes one up! 😘xxx
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