The new year has brought a slowing down. A lull before the return to a faster paced normality. Christmas, uncelebrated for various reasons, sits as a date in the calendar, long passed. An event suspended in my mind like parsleyed ham in aspic. The morning has the house shrouded in cloud, stopping me in my tracks. I cannot see the gates. I cannot make out the road. I cannot go out. Even the dog seems reluctant to venture out beyond his paw´s length. I am as static as the nebulous situation I find myself in. The grey whiteness like dusty icing sugar seems to hang, waiting for the strong winds that will blow it away. They will come. And so, I wait.
A deliciously glittering start to the new year.
Thank you for such a beautiful piece.