1. This is Astronomical Twilight. #dawnchorus
5.35 TiffanyCharring
This is Astronomical Twilight. #dawnchorus
5.35 brown_joanna
This is Astronomical Twilight. #dawnchorus
5.36 mepaterson
This is Astronomical Twilight. #dawnchorus
5.36 ncvicars
Never been like this before. Awaiting, expectant and on guard. #dawnchorus
5.36 TiffanyCharring
This is Astronomical Twilight. #dawnchorus
5.37 Homologue
This is Astronomical Twilight. #dawnchorus
5.37 eddydreadnought
Pockets and boxes of artificial light. Gridded windows and a
dark room #dawnchorus
5.39 TiffanyCharring
is suddenly shared with others,
in my small glowing screen,
out there in the half-night artificial light anytime moving
into
day #dawnchorus
5.40 ncvicars
This is Astronomical Twilight. #dawnchorus
5.41 SpittingStars
is accompanied by a guard dog, peering through the
dark glass #dawnchorus
5.41 mepaterson
Orange street lights in clusters like grounded constellations #dawnchorus
5.42 eddydreadnought
goes like planets, and the earth curves to accommodate the song that bends it.
#dawnchorus
5.44 Homologue
No stars, just the green glow of my computer screen and half a reflection in the kitchen
window. #dawnchorus
5.44 mepaterson

2. Far off modulated siren call, nearby clickcluck of hidden bird, engine smoothly sparks to life.
#dawnchorus
5.45 ncvicars
It is shared by the moon and stars shining in this serendipitously clear twilight; cold breath in
the air. #dawnchrous
5.45 SpittingStars
It is here now. Sensations unfolding. More artificial lights than I imagined but lit well by near
perfect moon. #dawnchorus
5.47 brown_joanna
No stars. White lights of screen and torch. Echo of neighbour’s radio. #dawnchorus
5.47 TiffanyCharring
No stars, but candlelight. #dawnchorus
5.48 mepaterson
The sound of a plane descending, far away. Like a giant sighing himself back to sleep
#dawnchorus
5.48 mepaterson
is trying to kick-start up distant outpost of my body and imagination. #dawnchorus
5.50 eddydreadnought
Action happening overhead that can’t be seen; the sound of a plane descending far away.
#dawnchorus
5.50 TiffanyCharring
The air's milky, with only the closest leaves pressing through. My eyes sting. #dawnchorus
5.50 Homologue
The astronomers would be excited for this dawn. High skies and stars aplenty. #dawnchorus
5.51 brown_joanna
It is utterly still. A crow calls distantly and an animal moves in stealth, a secret exploration
held in the just-about-night. #dawnchorus
5.52 SpittingStars
It feels like the world’s asleep. #dawnchorus
5.53 TiffanyCharring
The dawn returns to its authentic pre-electricity self. #dawnchorus
5.53 brown_joanna

3. 'The listening in' who accompany an audience. #dawnchorus
5.56 TiffanyCharring
Sudden crash
in opposite park border, two foxes tussle against the railings, then one remains on vigil, it’s
alone on the street. #dawnchorus
5.57 ncvicars
Stillness-
veiled noise on the edge of entrance.I hear a sound I imagine to be a car but could also be a
plane, the sea, the wind. #dawnchorus
5.57 brown_joanna
The fridge has woken up and is humming. Now it's me, the dog, the candles, the fridge and
our reflections. #dawnchorus
5.58 mepaterson
How quickly the edge of dawn pushes in with the three trees like standing stones
punctuating the horizon, holding the ceremony. #dawnchorus
5.58 SpittingStars
Cold outside draught of air on my inside forehead. #dawnchorus
5.59 eddydreadnought
traffic still breathing, leaves and close-up words like sips,
still
just the streetlight. #dawnchorus
6.00 Homologue
Neighbour’s radio is a disturbance. She is yawning loudly. The sky has a dirty gleam.
#dawnchorus
6.01 TiffanyCharring
My dawn - slow to wake but birds have been the steady noise makers throughout.
#dawnchorus
6.02 brown_joanna
Planes like glowing insects in a pond. #dawnchorus
6.03 TiffanyCharring
The dog sneezes, the fridge hums, the giants sigh, the birds are silent. #dawnchorus
6.04 mepaterson
Milk-white airplane powers across, low, can it see me? Am I a speck of light, in the toy-size
city? #dawnchorus
6.04 ncvicars
The stars are generously sharing their space with the roar of planes, fixed on a pathway as
the moon drops. #dawnchorus
6.05 SpittingStars

4. Then some church bell. #dawnchorus
6.06 Homologue
The shape of next door's cat. #dawnchorus
6.07 brown_joanna
A steady arc of air traffic, each four lights, a moving diamond on dirty pink sky. #dawnchorus
6.07 ncvicars
Security plane from right to left flashing milk wingtips. #dawnchorus
6.11 eddydreadnought
Taking a breath, the dawn holds its territory - a shared space coming into rhythm, a cat on
the fence. #dawnchorus
6.11 SpittingStars
Moon slightly smaller now, sky turns soft inky blue. I can see my first cloud.#dawnchorus
6.11 brown_joanna
This is Nautical Twilight. #dawnchorus
6.13 mepaterson
Not one bird. A car door thuds. Not one bird. #dawnchorus
6.13 Homologue
This is Nautical Twilight. #dawnchorus
6.13 TiffanyCharring
This is Nautical Twilight. #dawnchorus
6.13 brown_joanna
This is Nautical Twilight. #dawnchorus
6.13 eddydreadnought
This is Nautical Twilight. #dawnchorus
6.15 ncvicars
The room is becoming more shapeful.
I can see the edges of objects, books, and the creaking duvet disturbance of my sister.
#dawnchorus
6.15 TiffanyCharring
This is Nautical Twilight. #dawnchorus
6.15 Homologue