Morning

This is what I see when I wake up. I've lived in basements, twisty dark streets, my bedroom has looked onto dank courtyards, blank suburbia, brick walls. So it's a glorious thing when I live somewhere the sun can get in and box my ears in the morning. It took me a while to get used to the short nights and sudden early days of Scotland's spring and I still wake too early in April and May but I don't mind.