COLD PORRIDGE

I was just about to start my porridge when B called down for me to bring my camera upstairs quickly. Apparently I had just missed the best bit (of course), but I was still impressed. I chose this one because I wanted the width and the tree silhouette, although it's a bit bleached out in the branches. My breakfast was cold by the time I got back to it, but every sunrise is uniquely beautiful, and bowls of porridge aren't.

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