February is full of them - days of nothing precise, nothing clear-cut, nothing that can clearly define one thing from another.From my window at work I can see the great grey expanse of the Firth of Forth, Fife is a smudged mist in the distance, Berwick Law stands like an erect nipple on a cold day. The landscape looks wintered out, exhausted - and all blurs into one greyly indistinct whole.
Pathetic fallacy being what it is, I too feel as though I have had my fill of winter. I crave some sun to soften my winter-roughened edges, something green to lighten my outlook, something budding, fresh and new to make me look hopefully on the world.
I feel as though I am crammed with sighs today and they can't help but leak out. Stuffed full of half-hopes, half-doubts, half-hearted in all things, today is a trudging drudge.
Just as the days are getting longer, I know things will get better, but a little sunlight shouldn't be too much to ask.
2 comments:
what little sunshine we did get was glorious though - and brought rainbows with it.
You know, I've never thought of Berwick Law as being like an erect nipple before.
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