the day has begun

 The morning hollds promise, it always does. It is warm and not hot, and the light is dim and not glaring. The birds are singing, there  is an owl hooting. The owl is up late, the humans are up early.

There is work to be done, the pictures taken yesterday to be finished.

And then, at ten in the morning somebody starts beating a church bell,  the light is glaring in through the  windows, it hurts to look into the sky.

The day has begun.