in a hurry

 30th Jan 22, Longhorsley, 8am

I raced around this morning in a hurry to leave the village behind. I was driven by the desire to watch the sunrise through the trees without interference of rooftops and wires. 

My path led straight towards the colours in the southern sky and my ears were filled with birdsong proclaiming their spring from every hedge. It seemed a shame to hurry, and maybe I should have taken my time but there were no photographs to be had and I wanted the clear view. 

Once in the fields the sky was revealed to the horizon and I slowed to a more appreciative pace. As quickly as the sun appeared it climbed into cloud and the golden promise of sunrise faded to a grey morning.