Rediscovering my neighbourhood

Having got up for the sunrise three out of four days this week, my body clock is begrudgingly started to resign itself to the routine. From my prone position I can see a small patch of sky, just enough to inform my decision to creak out of bed or pull the covers tighter. This morning it was clear and lightening with a magenta glow feathered with a few dark clouds. Cold floor it is, then.

I thought I’d try staying closer to home today, instead of driving out somewhere like I had on the first few days this week. I climbed the cold steel ladder to my rooftop and shivered in the dawn light while waiting for the sun to show itself. When it did it was pale and watery and the sky stubbornly refused to put on a show for my lens. Disappointing. Not wanting to waste the considerable effort getting up had required, I decided to walk around my neighbourhood and see what I could find.