Friday, 16 February 2018


I don't know if it's because I've been ill with a coughing-and-generally-feeling-unwell bug, and today for the first time in over 2 weeks I really feel well; or if it's because I've taken the morning off and am out and about in the car in the beautiful sunshine; or if it's the ice still covering puddles from a solid overnight freeze - but it feels like spring has touched the edges of the world with all its promises of life and fresh, airy days. People emerge as if from hibernation! Something starts to change before you can quite put your finger on it. I haven't seen a full - blossomed daffodil, but it can't be long. Yesterday I noticed with delight that it stayed light till well gone 5. Even the sun has suddenly recovered its forgotten power - through the yet-chilly air it scorches on my skin. My, that feels good! 
Come, spring, and light again the fires of life, the season's pledge, the chirp of joy and stretching of the day - stretching of the world itself, with open skies, and warmth that touches well the evening hours. 

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