Thursday, November 19, 2009

Mediterranean Dawn

As Homer would have put it,
Rosy fingered Dawn drove the darkness from the night as Selene's brilliance waned and Helios harnessed his bright steeds to his chariot to rise from the wine-dark sea into the brightness of a new day.

Or words to that effect.

One morning I decided to make the two-hundred metre journey down to the east facing beach to watch the dawn. At the edge of the beach stands an open air theatre. I sit on the steps of the stage and look out to sea.....

Pre-dawn darkness.
A crescent moon hangs over the eastern horizon.
The sea is as flat as a millpond.
Then the red flush of false dawn, it quickly fades to grey.
I wait.
Then finally, -
The bright orb of the sun peers over the offing
Rising verticall to clear the horizon in five short minutes,
Its strength perceptibly increasing.
Still low in the sky
The heat is in the day already.

All very Homeric. I get up and turn to leave. Time for a coffee.

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