After a magnificent day, the southeaster has picked up to a good old gale, shrouding the mountains with the familiar cape of cloud heralding early Spring. Every so often a gust blasts through, bending the branches and stripping fragile leaves from the trees. The sun's perceived journey back south can be marked every evening as it sets behind a different part of the skyline. It seems to have suddenly gained momentum as if summer can't wait.
The clear skies have yielded unhindered views of the stars and the steady shift of the Milky Way can be tracked by observing the position of the more well-known constellations - Orion rising in the east in the early morning, Scorpius dipping head first into the sea on the western horizon around 4am and the Southern Cross lifting higher in the south, now visible over the roof.
Twilight brings an extended glow with the absence of cloud cover and the rich oranges and violets are a joy to behold. I couldn't exist without a vast open sky to look up to, gazing out into eternity - the very act of looking without identifying any object (an empty mind) is enough to restore the soul.
Mango and Biggles must be enjoying the warmer weather as they spend the sunset hour up on the roof, chasing each other boisterously (reminiscent of the baboon troop that so loved my roof) until exhausted, finally jumping down onto the balcony in search of a supper that they didn't have to hunt. They definitely have Spring fever.
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