A new dawn (perhaps in more than just the literal sense).
I begin the second nation-wide COVID-19 lockdown with an early morning paddle on the Tamar estuary.
Thick mist is drifting down the valley, I hear a barn owl and watch the aerobatics of a murmuration of starlings over the reeds.
Two egrets alight.
The sun, still hidden behind the hills and fog, illuminates the moon high in the sky.
And eventually the blue of the day wins over the dark.
I’d like to take this as a sign of hope in the US presidential election…but on the morning of the 5 Nov 2020, that jury is still out.