Six o'clock in the morning. The sun is about to rise. The sky in the east is starting to get a pale pink colour.
Low, thin clouds are floating man-high above the meadows. You can see the blanket of clouds just above you wriggle and change shape. Just below the clouds the pale pink colour slowly becomes fuller and orange.
When the journey continues, the blanket of clouds goes up and down. Sometimes you look over the clouds, sometimes under them. Then you see the bottom of trees that have no top, then you see roofs of lonely farms floating around in the air.
In the east the sun starts to rise. A pink oval starts to appear just above the horizon. Sometimes the sun shines under the clouds, sometimes above.
In the grass of the meadows and between the young crops on the farmland trifles of very low mist are moving around like blobs of cotton.
Cows are standing near a small shed. They appear vaguely, and sometimes just their heads and upper backs can be seen. Other times you can only see their bottom halves.
Then the eastern sky explodes in burning orange. The sun, a golden ball of fire rises just above the mist, setting the entire eastern sky in fire. Orange light shines under and above the floating blanket of clouds.
The journey brings you to a bridge with a wide lake on the left and right side. On the other side of the lake on the left side you can see forests, on the right side is a stretched town without high buildings. The buildings of the town are just dark shapes against a dark blue sky. Some orange appears in the shapes, and the mist makes the bottom of the town disappear vaguely in a white fluff. In front of the lake on the right side is a small beach with a little forest besides it. The young leaves of the trees look golden and wet. On the left there is some grassland in front of the water.
When you go up the bridge you rise above the clouds. The air above the clouds is very clear, and the colours of the rising sun are pure magic. The view over the water is mystifying.
The mist floats over the orange glowing water. A lonely ship is making its way through the cotton cover. It looks like the ship is sailing the clouds.
When you go down on the other side of the bridge, you travel through the clouds again. Below the clouds the colours are different.
The sun is burning away the thin cover of clouds.
This is a beautiful start of a beautiful day.
Low, thin clouds are floating man-high above the meadows. You can see the blanket of clouds just above you wriggle and change shape. Just below the clouds the pale pink colour slowly becomes fuller and orange.
When the journey continues, the blanket of clouds goes up and down. Sometimes you look over the clouds, sometimes under them. Then you see the bottom of trees that have no top, then you see roofs of lonely farms floating around in the air.
In the east the sun starts to rise. A pink oval starts to appear just above the horizon. Sometimes the sun shines under the clouds, sometimes above.
In the grass of the meadows and between the young crops on the farmland trifles of very low mist are moving around like blobs of cotton.
Cows are standing near a small shed. They appear vaguely, and sometimes just their heads and upper backs can be seen. Other times you can only see their bottom halves.
Then the eastern sky explodes in burning orange. The sun, a golden ball of fire rises just above the mist, setting the entire eastern sky in fire. Orange light shines under and above the floating blanket of clouds.
The journey brings you to a bridge with a wide lake on the left and right side. On the other side of the lake on the left side you can see forests, on the right side is a stretched town without high buildings. The buildings of the town are just dark shapes against a dark blue sky. Some orange appears in the shapes, and the mist makes the bottom of the town disappear vaguely in a white fluff. In front of the lake on the right side is a small beach with a little forest besides it. The young leaves of the trees look golden and wet. On the left there is some grassland in front of the water.
When you go up the bridge you rise above the clouds. The air above the clouds is very clear, and the colours of the rising sun are pure magic. The view over the water is mystifying.
The mist floats over the orange glowing water. A lonely ship is making its way through the cotton cover. It looks like the ship is sailing the clouds.
When you go down on the other side of the bridge, you travel through the clouds again. Below the clouds the colours are different.
The sun is burning away the thin cover of clouds.
This is a beautiful start of a beautiful day.
Copyright © 1996, Marjo van Diem
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