January is ramping up to be a month of spectacular sunrises. It’s almost as if the universe is doing it to give us a reason to get up on these cold, dark days. Once upon a time I’d have said it’s in compensation for giving us Brussels sprouts to eat at this low point in the season, but I’m a convert now so I’ll have to find another whipping boy.
The last two mornings have displayed spectacular skies, glowing deeply pinkly-orange-crimson as the sun slowly rises over the mountains of Knoydart. I can feel my heart swell with the sheer beauty of it.
We sit at the breakfast table in silent awe, sipping our coffee and watching natures light show perform in front of us through our big windows.
It’s a beautiful way to start the day.
Ravencroft Skye 
It certainly is beautiful! There are so many small (and not so small) beauties in each day, it is hard to focus on human cares at all. I love dawn too, more than sunset, at dawn the beauty is so full of potential and everything is ‘shouting with joy’. I think The secret garden by Mary Hodges Burnett describes that joy well. it is one of my favourite books.
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A classic and one that I love too. I haven’t read it for many years
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I try to read it every year, it has so much wisdom in it.
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