Sunday, January 10, 2010

The universe calls 'halt', watching the snow and domestic pleasures.

Edit -- to share a lovely post from Elspeth Thompson.

1. I have a cold, and it's completely floored me -- every time I try to do something, I get tired and achy and frustrated. All I can do is lie in bed and watch the snow.

2. It's hard to tell if the white dust fogging up the yard is new snow or snow picked up from the ground by the wind. Great clots of snow drop from the dark cupressus trees, fall to powder and are whirled away.

3. The crackle of static and the smell of clean laundry as we sort and fold the final load.

Mist, no charge and well met.

1. Mist the colour of skimmed milk fills the Spa valley, drains and then fills it again. Here, the sky is clear blue all the way to the top....