Woke early to see the moon caught in winter bone branches. Outside was all noise, loud sheep, a cockerel crowing, dog bark, fox answer and night birds settling to sleep in cup and hollowed earth. The balance of day and night was playing its morning game. The moon had cast a silver gown across the gentle sea and moonshadows smurred and smudged as day birds sang the sun to rise. Crisp earth frosted beneath feet crumbled to mud as the world moves from winter to spring. A symphony of birdsong wraps around the world.