That must have been the pre-dawn chorus

Awake early, for the first time in months without the heater being necessary for comfort. It is cool, and there is a week blue glow in the sky announcing the dawn.

There is birdsong, this has been so for some days now, but today the chirping of the birds doing their business is especially pleasant. Later the steady insistent cooing of the pigeons will take over. The neighbours hens and the hawks are silent at this hour. Perhaps the birds of prey need the light to go about their hunting activities. Leave the door to the balcony shut, it is such a pleasant luxury now to know that it could be opened at any time. It is strange for something so inconsequential to be able to take such a huge weight off the mind.

The jobs to be done are to deal with the washed bedclothes and to process the pictures from last weeks concert. They need to be processed again, this is an attempt to present a unified picture of the show. It was such a mass of bright coloured lights, all close cut, intense, each almost monochrome in their fixation on a narrow band of wavelengths. All those very pure red, green and blue spotlights, with no subtlety whatsoever betweeen the primary colours. But the bedclothes are to be fixed first!

It is lighter outside now, and the birds are quieter.

That must have been the pre-dawn chorus.