"Wading neck deep in a swamp, your revolver is neither use nor ornament until you have had time to clean it" Mary H. Kingsley (1897)

7 o’clock Shadow

When I was a boy, I remember my father shaving with 7 o’clock razors.

Nowadays, 7 o’clock means time for a morning walk, while the sun is still low in the sky.

But I am a relatively late riser.

By seven, the local shops have been open some time.

Rubbish is being collected:

Though, not all of it.

Men are already waiting

While women see to some of life’s necessities.

The early morning sun catches the basilica.

The faithful are called to Mass.

Morning Glory opens its petals

As do the local engineers.

And boys begin the day’s first game of cricket.

One response

  1. Lucille

    Oh so different from this drear morning. Hard to imagine being too hot or needing to shelter behind the blinds as the sun climbs.

    May 8, 2010 at 2:54 pm

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