And turn our east-facing fields into a magical place....
I remember misty mornings from the car window in England. The 5 am alarm call; the instant coffee whilst checking my briefcase, and that first step out into the cold dark morning; all vivid memories of my former life. The darkness would gradually lighten part way around the M25, and I would glimpse the mist laying in the fields, in between taking calls and studying the presentation I was due to give that day. It was a snapshot, an image of something that had no connection to me and my life, but something beautiful that made me smile.
Now I no longer wake in the dark, I have no alarm clock, and I rise with the sun. If the mist is rolling across the fields, I have the time to go outside with a freshly brewed coffee and take photos of the day as it unfolds. It is one of the biggest luxuries that my new life affords me, and one of the things that I never want to compromise going forward.
