Winter Sun at dawn and dusk

Fog over the paddocks at sunrise, Arthur River

Fog over the sea at sunrise, Albany

Golden sunrise, Kojonup

Another misty dawn, Arthur River

 Psalm 19

For the director of music. A psalm of David.

 1 The heavens declare the glory of God;
    the skies proclaim the work of his hands.
 2 Day after day they pour forth speech;
    night after night they reveal knowledge.
 3 They have no speech, they use no words;
    no sound is heard from them.
 4 Yet their voice goes out into all the earth,
    their words to the ends of the world.
In the heavens God has pitched a tent for the sun.
 5     It is like a bridegroom coming out of his chamber,
    like a champion rejoicing to run his course.
 6 It rises at one end of the heavens
    and makes its circuit to the other;
    nothing is deprived of its warmth.

Twilight, Cranbrook

First stars of the night, Cranbrook

I've been walking and driving a lot at sunrise and sunset in the short days of winter.

Sometimes all I could see was pitch dark on either side of my high beams on the highway. Then I'd notice the pale glow of a gibbous moon hovering on my left, and a spotlight from a tractor would wheel below, as a farmer seeded his paddocks.

This was peace.