Goodnight friends! Breeze carrying the numbing, acid taste of ice, nipping at my fingers and ears. Harsh rattle of magpies squabbling for the highest perches. Overnight frost lurking ghostly in pools of deep shade. Clouds roiled overhead, swarming and gathering and dissolving, distinct phases of gloom and dazzling brightness that caught all the glittering flecks in rough-dressed stone.
Better energy and able to get myself moving, bit by bit, a little earlier in the day. Slowly drank tea and negotiated the uneasy daily truce with pain while I watched honey-coloured light slowly slide down the red brick gables of the houses opposite.
May we find ways to express tenderness and care for each other today!
Image ID: Photo of the crisp white half-circle of the waxing moon in an empty pale blue sky, snared among a tangle of curving ash twigs, tipped with black buds and lit gold by afternoon sunlight.
Photo of a broad swathe of blooming snowdrops, dozens on dozens of drooping white heads among spidery twigs and dried leaves, with occasional purple candle flames of crocus buds scattered among them.
