This morning, I learned that while it’s cozy warm when worn inside the house, my new cardigan sweater is not as warm as my jacket outside the house.
Six crows this morning. Granted, it was a late start, which might have thrown them off.
But those six followed me all the way home.


A shadow fell across my face: one festering pustule of a gull.

It was definitely cold again:




But despite this, the flowers hadn’t given up yet.


And then this:

Even the trees were anti-social this morning:

At last, hands and face numb from the artic conditions, I stumbled across the threshold of my home and into the warm grasp of my morning coffee ritual.











