On the Road

On the Road Navigation
  • About
  • What’s Happening?
  • Words From the Wards
  • Supporters
  • edbookfest.co.uk
  • About
  • What’s Happening?
  • Words From the Wards
  • Supporters
  • edbookfest.co.uk

Dawn Chorus

3rd April 2022

Rubbing my sleep-starved eyes I stretch my arm out to silence the monotonous tone of my alarm clock. I am eager to rise early and witness the new light. A gift from time’s forwarded, sixty-minute tick. Pyjama clad and double wrapped in an oversized, fleece onesie I tread carefully down the stairs. Other house occupants are still sleep and I want to claim this precious time for me. The keys jangle loudly in the lock of the backdoor as I turn them. My face crinkles as I hold my breath. I wait for somebody to stir but no one does.

I open the door and am hit by the fresh scent of a day awakening. I stop. I pause. I Look out past the shed setting my focus deep into the garden. I notice the fading, bowed heads of the snowdrops as they curve along the stepping-stone path. I pay attention to the purple, white, lilac and yellow crocuses as they poke their heads up through the winter rested soil. I sense their longing for bright daffodil trumpets to proclaim their calls for new beginnings.

The chilled air tickles the tiny hairs in my nostrils as I inhale the early morning mist. I step out barefoot onto the frosted grass. I exhale briskly through clenched teeth as a piercing chill shivers up my spine from feet to head. This temporary discomfort is softened by the performance of blackbirds and robins staging their dawn chorus. I also hear the wood pigeons repetitive cooing and find it hypnotic in this environment. It’s a welcome relief to join them rather than curse them for perching on the ledge right outside my bedroom window. I walk to the wall at the bottom of the garden and whistle a poor imitation of the multiple bird calls.

As my feet turn numb I clumsily retrace my steps towards the house. Inside I flick on the kettle and prepare my ‘Keep Calm and Eat Chocolate’ mug before drying my feet. I put on my warmest fluffy socks. The increasing burble of the kettle reaches its climax as thick steam exits from the spout. I pour the boiling water through the plastic mug filter onto my favourite ground coffee. The kitchen fills with its aroma and my hands warm up as I carry the mug to the dining area. I sit at the empty wooden table and sigh. I reach for my book and gently open the cover, ready to devour it’s pages.

A door clicks upstairs. Footsteps tread towards the bathroom above me. I hear the urgent flow of morning pee escape from a now awoken boy. A flush. A running tap. A door click. Footsteps on the stairs. They are getting closer.

‘Mum? Mum? Mum is breakfast ready?’ a teenage voice calls out.

I lay down my book. I take a deep breath. Today I am grateful for that short piece of early morning calm.

 

Marianne Berghuis

Scotland's Stories Now

This story was submitted as part of Scotland's Stories Now, a mass participatory project that sees people of all ages and from all backgrounds creating and telling stories about Scotland today. #YS2022 #TalesOfScotland

Edinburgh International Book Festival supported by players of People's Postcode Lottery
The Edinburgh International Book Festival On the Road takes the Book Festival around Scotland throughout the year, supported by players of People’s Postcode Lottery. © The Edinburgh International Book Festival Ltd 2022. The Edinburgh International Book Festival has its registered office at 121 George Street, Edinburgh EH2 4YN, and is a company limited by guarantee (no SC 79939) with charitable status (SC 010120).