The sun quickly reveals it's full glorious fiery all shape, the speed with which it climbs suggests an impatience to start it's day.
Footprints on frosted grass I turn and make a pattern walking around and around in ever tighter circles, getting a tad dizzy. Standing at the centre, to face to sun, I relax for a minute in still meditation. All the time aware of the pigeon calling "my toe bleeds betty".
Watching a small salmon pink breasted chaffinch, right next to me on my window sill, working hard to release the goodie from inside a seed case. It's beak seems too fragile for the job required.
Bit of that
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