seeing the changing world in shades
of black and white. A turning senses.
feeling the interruptions of the day
in a quivering vibration of tender wood
scratching the surface of our deliberation.
The seasons are moving. Winter thankfully moves from its wet beginning to a more seasonal fall in temperature with cold days and clear starry nights. The air is thin and transparent, allowing sight of distant constellations and faraway planets. The fells have a dusting of snow, with more forecast to be on the way. Birds clamour for food to keep their fat reserves up and mammals grow desperate and braver in their search for food.
A hush descends over the countryside as we await the warmer weather that lies ahead. Hope ever lingers.