Thursday, February 06, 2025

Disposal, winter scent and start again.

1. I hand over three broken laptops for recycling and walk home with nothing in my bag.

2. In our street somewhere, there is a winter-flowering thing that keeps catching my attention with its scent.

3. An embroidery project -- a pair of gloves -- has been waiting resentfully in the corner for more than a month. I take it up from where I left off. But I can't love the way it looks, and don't think I can replicate it on the second glove. I unpick what I've just done. I try a different approach that should be easier to replicate. Still not happy. I unpick the lot, put the threads in the bin and begin again with a new colour and a new design.

Northernmost point, out of the rain and blue fire.

1. An alarm goes off in Nick's pocket to let us know that it's the moment of the winter solstice. 2. The rain is falling in steady c...