Sun-Rise-Day

It is Sunday, Sunrise Day.
And what a stunning sunrise.
There is no doubt that it had the WOW factor.

The first hint on throwing open the curtains

The light in the room was the first hint.
Throwing back the curtains it was confirmed.
We were certainly in for a real treat this morning.

Get out! See me over the Passage of Tiree!

I simply had to witness the sunrise over the Passage of Tiree.
I arrived at the monument in Pier Road just in time.
The actual sunrise was towards the Ross of Mull.
It was all the first hint had suggested.

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The air was still and the sea was calm.
Yesterday’s cold north west wind had dropped.
It was mild – there was no need for scarf, gloves and hat.

A week ago, on the Saturday afternoon, we had stood at the monument.
This morning both sky and sea were the colour of the poppies.
And what a contrast in the weather!

The Memorial in Pier Road

The names of the days of the week are historical.
They go back in time, even beyond the Romans.
Christians regard Sunday as the first day of the week.

The view across our lochen towards the Passage of Tiree and Ben More on Mull

The Bible records that it was on the first day of the week that Jesus rose from the dead.
Today I learnt that the Russian word for Sunday is ‘Voskresenie’.
Significantly it means ‘Resurrection’ day.
Jesus is alive!

Sunrise literally lighting up the Passage of Tiree

I was thankful that I did not have to rise at 4:00am to witness the sunrise.
How convenient that this morning’s glorious sunrise was at 8:14am.
But it was now time to drag myself away from my viewing point.
Breakfast called!

A last look back across to the Dutchman’s Cap and Ben More

The temptation to stay was strong but the day brought responsibilities.
Yet, surely I could have one last look across the water to Mull.
One last look at that seat with such a view.

The sunrise through the backrest of the seat with a view

As I took the short walk home I kept glancing across my shoulder.
What colour filled the early morning sky.
And it followed me all the way home.

This is ‘Life-on-Tiree’ on Sunrise Day.
Gradually the sky has turned grey.
But the memory lives on.

Life on Tiree