The air feels cold this morning.
The light dimmer through the rowan trees.
I lie here in that liminal morning place
Under a cool cotton duvet.
Sleeping cat at my feet.
The alarm bleeps at me to get up.
Today will be a good day I promise
I concentrate on my breath
A blackbird sings reminding me of the beauty of my canal bank
I pull up the wooden blind
For this new day.