A misty affair in Eisenberg.
There is nothing better than to be able to watch this transition from night to day. Somehow with the advent of Autumn it seems much more poignant yet magnificent nonetheless. A theater that alas many miss the performance of. There is only ever the one.
Nature's curtain raiser takes place, eh, at the crack of dawn and getting up so early to see it is not on everyone's list of things to do.
This morning was a spectacular one. Dawn was creeping over the horizon and because of the departing cold of the night before, it brought with it a blanket of mist. Seeing the hazy air hovering above the fields is frankly awe inspiring and I am not surprised at that song, Morning has broken that is often sung in churches and assemblies.
You are probably humming Cat Steven's version to yourself .Morning Has Broken ..
The little window before the sun's rays bring the colour back to everything, is the best time of any morning. If you are fortunate enough to live in the country, you might see wildlife waking up and bouncing about. Birds fluttering out of their nests with an accompanying sing song of chirping. Some sit on the roofs, some on telephone wires and some hop about on the lawns, hoping to catch a worm or two.
The early bird catches the worm...Only yesterday Bob saw a deer ambling across our front garden. Every so nonchalantly indeed. Of course, the jury is still out on who was more surprised of the two...Bob or the deer?
Our corner of Burgenland is in the throes of harvesting all around. From the fields to the vines there is a constant activity and yet, at dawn there is the ethereal beauty coupled with stillness that borders on the divine. As simple as the advent of dawn might sound, it reminds one of what is truly important in life.
Nature doesn't mind what you have, own or look like. Nature is constant, nature is pure, nature is a reminder of how great it is to be alive.