the last logs of the year trasmute into ash

a strand of moss tacked to invisible spider thread twists in invisible breeze

hubcap hangs on a branch: roadside bauble

One business consultant speaking to another

It was a bit sticky back plastic but the principle was sound as a pound. It was as if he needed a better guru sitting next to him.

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apple and mango juice breakfast

outside: grass blades frosted stiff
inside: half a globe of sunshine

An untidy hedge, twitching and bouncing in the wind as cars fly past.
A chaffinch sprinkles cheeps on the sweeping whooshes.

Sunday cafetiere

I have a spare cup of coffee - would you like it?

Made-for-you tea always tastes much nicer.

They pick up a bottle of wine. I think they look like they live on the streets - expensive wine? One of them calls the other round to 'look at sandwiches'. Moments later they walk quickly from the shop without looking back.

after curling up to sleep on the floor my clothes are covered in fluff

Word-a-day calender: Today's word

Fully aware of the caducity of life, Paul is motivated to live each day to the fullest.

the sound of the wide blue sky: wood pigeons calling, and behind the rumbling echo of an aeroplane

easier to write about this blackbird (here) than the chaotic swirling currents underground

empty wine glass

a stippled snake-skin residue of banana-strawberry smoothie

recipe

missa l'homme arme on the radio
many voices stirred into a balm

hot chips on the passenger seat: one hand driving

Sitting meditation with cat

Fatty feels peaky this morning: fur ball imminent. He lies along the length of my left crossed thigh, my breathing this morning accompanied by an oblong of warmth.

all the bird feeders were empty

home

cat sick strewn across the kitchen tiles
later, extra loud purring

View from a hotel room high over Buda, late evening

A scattered thousand lights reach up into where the sky should be.

View from a hotel room high over Buda

Smoke uncurls into the monochrome morning as if from a hundred kettles.

small boy trundling suitcase, Luton

he doesn't know my English words, but allows me to lift the bottom of his case and help him up the long long flight of stairs

piping hot tea (one sugar) cancels out wet hair chill

The lift from the fifth floor down decides to stop at two and go back up to three. Everyone groans, and when we finally get to ground we let out a little cheer.

Snow in the woods. Amber liquid light. The squirrel is resting his cheek on the tarmac as if he felt sleepy, lay down for some rest.

small brown dunnock says 'peep-peep-peep! peep! peep! peep-peep! peep-peep-peep!'

hoarfrost!

Bramblings

Now I have learnt their names, they visit the feeder most days.

bad cat

a fragment of goldfinch ornaments the lawn

Silver on the kitchen table, late evening

her curves cut out against the cool blue star lights reflected in the water of the window