Early morning quiet.

The subtle, quiet tones of the early morning. The last shred of that tiny space of time when nobody seems to speak, nothing really stirs.. just me and my first cuppa of the day!

I woke to the news of the death of Stephan Hawking, 55 years after being diagnosed with motor neuron disease, an illness which takes away the things we take for granted like being able to talk and walk...yet leaves the intellect and senses largely unaffected. A cruel, cruel illness. To live his life the way he did for 55 years, battling a disease that has a grim prognosis of between 2 and 5 years, is simply as astounding as his scientific work.