!Strident spokes of dawn sun spear down, exciting the motes inside, igniting the fine drizzle outside and forcing my eyes, bashful.
Boughs, branches, twigs and buds of deciduous trees out-line a filigree against the West's contrasting purple wall of threat.
I drive, so illuminated until, passed slumping trunks and fresh hung catkins, I go back to rain.
Weather again takes precedence over wildlife this year. Striped blue and grey, holding beams and showers, litter the sky beneath the tired sun-visor. Shining more than yesterday's long-tailed, or today's blue.
Monday broke bright and clear early and the strutting birds took full advantage. I heard great tits and woodpeckers. The house opposite provided the stage for starlings, combining their unique starling techno sound with false ponies on the ridge tiles.
Now though, as the rush-hour peters out, there is a huge calm. The varied cloud layered pattern only slowly changes, revealing high striations between the thin bands of low cumulus. The chorus fades to release the more mundane day time.
