Husky berceuse of wood pigeon brings me into the soft reality of awakedom. Slowly now, a blue tit, then a crow and a far off robin. Magpie glints past, apatite feathers catching morning light. It may snow, but for now violet tinted cream mounds of clouds drift.
Merry Christmas!
Dec 25
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