I woke this morning while all about was dark. It was 4.30am, I’d had a restless night and baby was kicking me this way and that. I looked through my curtains out across the garden. I could tell it was frosty, as things had a shine about them, even in the dark. Lights in the distance from houses, and the light house on the outer Farne Islands. I decided to get up.
I was greeted downstairs by three very friendy cats, doing their figure of eight walk about my legs. It’s apparently a sign of affection. I consider it all a bit awkward as I try to fill the kettle. Particularly as three of them try to manoeuvre round each other and myself.
As I made a coffee I peered out the kitchen window, only seeing my own reflection and darkness. It was still night time obviously. I filled in time, waiting for the children to wake up at 6.30am. By that time, it was still dark. The heating was on, the children were busying themselves with preparations for their day at school.
At 8 o’clock the two older ones left. It had begun to get light. I looked out the kitchen window, which has the view across the sea. I could see shades of pink, blue and purple clouds and a dark sea. I was liking the combination. I went upstairs to get a better view, and sure enough I was greeted with a sky starting to burst with colours. I looked across to the South East, and saw the sky over Lindisfarne and Bamburgh was this amazing combination of hot and cold. I sat looking in awe.
It helped make all the stress and angst of the last 48 hours melt just a little enough that I smiled to myself.
I love my room with a view.