Before dawn

Out before dawn this morning, and the drizzle had left the grass covered in droplets. I had the head torch on, and the droplets were sending back to me a greenish-white sparkling light. These lights shone from the sides of the path, marking the way to go.

And there was some micro-weather right in front of my face, the drizzle slanting across my field of view, and my breath a milky light bouncing up and down in front of me. (Actually it was I who was bouncing, as I walked).

With cloud down to 200m and the rain getting heavier, the daylight scenery, when eventually it came, was a lot less impresssive.

Nice

What I take to be bird’s nests are very visible at this time of year
Lovely frosty dawn for the first day of December

From Sunday’s Lectionary...
From the portrayal in Mark’s gospel, it seems that John the baptiser was a wild man of the desert – a kind of Ray Mears, but with attitude. Where are the wild people of Jesus today? … the messengers who will poke us all into thinking again? Sometimes it all seems too nice. Even the cross has become an ornament, a thing of skill and beauty.