Seventh of January - breathe

All I have to do is to breathe in and then out so simple and yet impossible to do only this.

Sixth of January - dreaming

Discovering that January is meant to be dreamtime and not for resolving to be a better, fitter, cleverer person has freed me to spend time with myself.

Fifth of January - hedgerow

Last of the yellow crab apples, alight in the hedgerow like small lanterns.

Fourth of January - Hyacinths

The trio of Christmas Hyacinths in a race to see which will be the first to flower

Third of January

The community library's lit windows are like a lighthouse in the gathering winter dark.

Second January - Orchid

In the kitchen at the office a white orchid with yellow veins has been flowering away to itself over the Christmas break.

First Small Stone of 2014

I did write this in my notebook last night but didn't want to get out my laptop to post it. I observe my alone-ness as if it were a small animal in need of shelter.