It’s another of those days where I see dawn bleed across the suburb, hours after I got up.
I originally conceptualised dawn as a pale-pink wash, which eventually led me to the idea of the blue-rinse. And while I normally associate the kookaburra chorus with dawn, the crows were the loudest this morning. Almost mocking me for being awake.
This ended up a collision between the start of a poem scribbled on the front of a script I’d been working on a what I’d written in to accompany an Instagram photo of dawn.
I hate being up early
I love the “blue rinse dawn steals another chance to dream” and the title too. I had immediate memories of my Aunt who had lue rinse for as long as I can remember