The light of
early dawn woke him as its first rays caressed his closed eyes.
Not exact matches
Just before
dawn this past week, we
wake early to stand in the dark and witness the Lyrids, part of the comet Thatcher, shower across the night sky.
Most mornings I
wake before
dawn, roll out of bed, give myself a few minutes of silence or meditation and then I head off to an
early morning yoga class.
And there are nights that no matter what I do, I can't fall back asleep after the baby
wakes, or the baby doesn't fall back asleep and we're awake for an hour in the middle of the night, or at the crack of
dawn (anytime before 6 am is just too
early in my book!).
In Tanzania, for example, it's sparrows that
wake you with their
early - morning twitter in the northern city of Arusha, while the heart - piercing cries of fish - eagles pull you from your sleep in the city of Mwanza on the lake, and in Dar es Salaam, on the eastern coast, it's the harsh squawking of black crows that ensures you
wake at
dawn.
This is beautifully captured in
Waking Up in a Tiny House (2018), depicting the experience of a bedroom's color shift from deep blues to pale peach in the
early hours of
dawn.