It’s light in my window and it’s not yet 6 am . The sky is bright and the walls reflect the early light since the curtain pole fell down and the retro-chic original 1970s curtains fell down with it. I tumble up and get my camera, or should I say one of my cameras, and meander downstairs and out into the garden. Dark clouds scud on the horizon and pink trails stripe the sky. It’s beautiful to be breathing.