Portentous

I am sure I will look back on this period of my life and wonder how the hell I managed to cope. I woke up well before the alarm, an increasingly common occurrence these days, and took a stretch of the legs, as much to create some space in my head as to get some air into the lungs. The sky looked pregnant with a decent sunrise and I managed to get to attend the delivery in good time. The new day was born in spectacular style. I'm not normally a sunrise kind of person but it just felt right today. There was a portentous feeling about it.