By Nicholas Hooper

Like an artery
The motorway takes me north,
A small blood cell in the traffic of life.

Racing, queuing,
Stop-start driving-striving,
Each module holding a unique life.

Going somewhere,
Hoping time will pass quickly
As we travel the long journey of life.

To get there,
The goal of our speeding,
Is the aim of our driving through our life.

But take time to savour
Each long mile as it passes
Your time is now, your time of life.



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