A brilliant cold spell lures me to a Salvator Rivulet walk.
Strolling and noticing the gaits of others.
Taking pleasure in a Welsh market gardener and finding a hidden stash of books.
Off to get a treat after the all clear.
Confined to the house after wind, cold, rain, heat.
Enjoying a day of reading after my race to the finish line.
Remembering to breathe as the deadline looms.
Winter is not over yet!
In memory of the Poles who built my house.