In looking East from our lounge the dawn sky was a joy of light between sculptured clouds.
Into the ‘cinema screen’, formed by the space between the flats and church opposite, two swooping gulls. They arose in flight and curving rightwards left the space in which I could see them.
So beautiful was the curve of their flight that I forgot the words of the morning prayer I had learned by heart decades ago. I was left silent and smiling in the resonance of beauty bestowed. It dawned on me.