Three beautiful things most days.
1. The radio conjures up Thomas Tallis's Spem in Alium. We lie in the dark and let our day begin late.
2. Our world has become small, swaddled in fog.
3. Pigeon crouched on a warm chimney pot.
1. This has been frustrating, but the windows are now at least cleaner than they were. 2. There is country and western music on the Pantiles...
