Dawnings
Driving Snowy
By Nicholas Hooper
The road in front curves in effortless motion
quiet is the engine that makes no strain
as climbing a hill with no shortness of breath
you gain the summit and see a sky so blue,
the world of trees and fields spread before you
like a child’s dreamland bedspread
the only sound is of the wind as it tells you
of speed, of progress, of time passing
regularly and gently in this vehicle
so old, yet so very new
bringing together childhood and old age
in a swift motion of time and space
as you glide home
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About Dawnings:
“Every morning at around 5am I get up and go down to my studio. After a short meditation I write down whatever is in my head, giving myself fifteen minutes to do so. Then moving over to the piano (or a more portable instrument like my Ukulele when I'm away), I improvise and record a piece of music inspired by whatever words I just wrote. It is a great way of keeping both my writing and my composing going and I call these small creations Dawnings. They are mostly unedited, like sketches, so that they keep that fresh feeling of an early morning discovery.”
— Nick Hooper