what stopped me today
Dawn unfolding her saffron robe.
It’s been a long time since I was up this early.
There isn’t a breath of wind.
No rain.
After weeks of storms and power cuts, we even have electricity again.
The world feels as though it has exhaled.
As I stepped outside, all I could think of was Homer describing Dawn with her rosy fingers and unfolding her saffron robe.
Standing there, I understood exactly what he meant.
This morning the first breeze brushed across my forehead.
It lifted my hair so gently it felt like a mother waking a sleeping child with the softest kiss.
The light arrived so slowly that it really did feel as though the morning was unfolding around me.
A cloak gently being opened.
I know that in another hour there will be engines and chainsaws, phones and lists, work and busyness.
But for these few quiet moments, the world feels wrapped in something softer.
Perhaps the ancient Greeks imagined gods for the wind, the sea, the dawn and the storms.
Not because they couldn’t explain the world.
Because they were trying to describe what it feels like to live inside it.
They called her Dawn.
They gave her rosy fingers.
They gave her a saffron robe.
Standing outside this morning, wrapped in the quiet before the day unfolded, I understood why. ❤️
What stopped you today?