Winter light

There are some things about winter that I appreciate. Well, maybe one thing. The light. It really does add a magical lustre to the world.

I had just gone for a walk, not even pretending to trot, and there was nothing much to report apart from feeling chilly and being struck by the sense of being in some sort of wonderland, just because of the angle of the sun and the particular colour of the light.

It feels more and more important to hold on to the sense of delight in ordinary things, lichen and mossy branches and sunlight on water.

Funny how the world inside can be a much worse enemy than anything outside. For those of us who are privileged.