January the 8th and a brisk stroll along the prom at Brighton and Hove. Images in the mist and fog. Next week, hopefully, a bit of sun!
Very Early Spring – from the Poems of Katherine Mansfield
The fields are snowbound no longer. There are little blue lakes and flags of tenderest green. The snow has been caught up into the sky. So many white clouds – and the blue of the sky is cold. Now the sun walks in the forest. He touches the boughs and stems with his golden fingers. They shiver and wake from slumber. Over the barren green branches he shakes his yellow curls……Yet is the forest full of tears…. A wind dances over the fields. Shrill and clear the sound of her waking laughter. Yet the little blue lakes tremble and the flags of tenderest green bend and quiver.