Goodnight friends! Cold even harsher, dipping to -5°c, accompanied through much of the morning by freezing mist, the whole atmosphere a thin haze of translucent gold. Ice everywhere, windowsills and fence-tops and gravestones, holly leaves doubly spiked, every surface glittering and ominous with glassy shards of frost that outlined edges like a wireframe mesh of the world traced by a trembling hand. Pale peachy grey collared doves pecked at stone-hard earth, worm casts crunching like subborm gravel under my boots.
Despite my continuing broken, hazy sleep and scraping, juddering pain on my joints I woke feeling curiously refreshed this morning and got out for a short walk early. A friend came over and made lunch, and after we hung out for a while I felt pretty much done for the day – not in an awful way, although it is always a little frustrating to be lying around for so long exhausted.
May we find new sources of delight and confort in our lives today!
Image ID: Photo of a churchyard seen through glowing morning mist, trees and a spire emerging as vague dark shapes, while grass and gravestones in the foreground are all picked out with shadows and brushed by silvery frost.
Photo of a frosted over gravestone, the blocky square-cut angles of its edges attracting the growth of denser, spikier ice crystals.
