Sunday, March 31, 2013

From the window. 7.30 am

Silence. Nothing moves. A thin layer of frost covers the gardens, rigid washing on the line, the sky the palest of ice-blues.

Suddenly, shockingly, a continuous cloud of steam escapes from a house where the gas boiler has been switched on.  Warmth and moisture, free and unchallenged, ever-mutating, meet a frozen world.

Someone else is awake. A diffuse yet clear and strong white light from the east.  Sun up. 


Dale said...

:-) Good morning!

mm said...

And to you, Dale!