Saturday morning 6am.
A short way into my journey I pass through the golden tree lined avenues and just as the sun begins to climb above the horizon I have a growing sense that answers are not far behind.
my destination I’m greeted by fellow blurry eyed companions and joint
participants in the apparent madness that is now minutes away.
scene before me, mist over the river and the reflections of the trees
reproduced on several mobile phone screens.
I stare at
the sun rising above the golden-clothed tree line
This is why I get up!
© Mark Reed 2017
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