Cloud Baklava

Baklava is one of the best Greek inventions ever. I have not researched that. So I do apologise if I’ve just stepped on some cultural toes and insulted whatever other worthy civilisation actually invented it. But you get the point. Whoever thought of putting rosewater-lemon-mint-syrup together with pistachios and pastry is a genius of the highest order. 


And it was this dessert that I was reminded of a few mornings ago as I watched the sunrise from the comfort of my bed…


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Every flaky pastry layer of cloud was glossed with its own syrup-ribbon of rainbow. All the spectrum colours were shifting and reflecting off the muted but still-gorgeous purplegreyblues of the clouds.


I had been admiring those greys. Looking at how much detail was in them. The light and depth, and the different shades present in even those few colours.


I sat up – I couldn’t help it. And for framing, the dark fence of Melaleuca ericifolia was in view. Beneath those tea-trees, a plethora of grasses and marshy wetland plants were obscured by whitey frost. 


And suddenly the close gathered trunks of Melaleuca were lit through with flooding sun, and I wanted to leap out there in my pyjamas and hide away with all the colours. 


Then there was a small triangle of blue sky light in the heavy gold grey clouds. I could almost see the Lorax being lifted up by the seat of his pants.


Porridge and tea arrived, and I realised that I had not even glimpsed the river yet. Unsure how I would survive this surfeit of beauty, I took a sip of tea and ruffled my bed hair for contented contrast.


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