An early shift all this week, which does have its benefits, sometimes.
As I drove to work at 5.30 a.m., the sky behind me was a deep fiery red, as the sun was climbing its way upwards. ‘Typical!’ I thought. ‘Another glorious day, and I’m stuck inside.’
I drove past my local lake, mist hanging over the water like a wispy blanket. Greylag Geese were plucking at the grass around the shoreline, and the first of the Carrion Crows were heading off to wherever they spend the rest of the day.
I pulled into the car park, and found a place for the car. A steady stream of people were making their way to the main gate, to do their bit for the Company. I sat for a while listening to the early morning birdsong. Fingers of cloud were a scarlet red, along with the vapour trails of long departed airlines. I would have to join the throng of people soon, or I will be late.
I sat a bit longer, watching some Magpies chattering, as they flew from one side of the car park to the other. The redness in the sky was slowly giving way to a golden yellow.
‘This is so unfair’. I thought, as I climbed out the car, and made my way into work.