The sweep of light across the sky from two light-houses. Rhythmic.
The morning star so bright its light burns through cloud.
Reflected starlight on the dark beach.
The curlew call and falling stars. One calls to praise the coming of the light, the other falls to praise the passing of the dark.
The curlews, single voiced at first then a chorus of lilting song, so close in the twilight of dawn.
Wow. Not only do you get up at a quarter til light in the morning but you go outside, too. You are made of sterner (or "lark-ier") stuff than I am.
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