Sunrise

In the town where I now live, we are treated to beautiful sunrises and sunsets. They come in a wide range of colours, and I have taken some stunning photographs. The photo above was taken from my living room window, and shows a sunrise a week or so before Christmas. When you're feeling low, a sunrise can fill you with hope, in much the same way as a rainbow.
(A digression: in the garage opposite, a camper van has been parked for a few days. When it's dark I've seen two different cats walk underneath it, and then jump up into the bodywork. I daresay they've found a way into the interior, and are currently scoffing their way through anything edible).
I went to bed at 10.30pm and woke up at some point. I was awake and thinking with my eyes closed for some time. I wanted to get up but was too tired. The next thing I remember is waking up again and laying there thinking and thinking and noticed my foot tapping. I eventually got up at 4.50am. I do feel tired.
Yesterday I went to the pub and had a nice game of scrabble with the barmaid. A bit later two of my closest friends arrived. Lovely. They want to take me to meet her family. It turns out that they live in a village where some of my ancestors came from. I've been there once before. It's absolutely gorgeous. Some of it goes back to roman times, and there are exceptional views out to sea. I think this has played on my mind. I woke up this morning thinking about that bunch of weirdness commonly known as my biological family. I remembered Dad's family, who deserted us at the same time as he did. I remembered Mum's family, bitter, twisted and resentful, who didn't want to talk about their family and hated being asked. I think I've assembled some of the story when researching my family history. I'm better off without them, and feel much more in the way of kinship with the people I now consider to be my family.
I will try and play a bit this afternoon, to get myself ready for the New Year bash at the pub. The pub kneesups are always such fun.