January 1st and the sun came out.
There is an anticipation in a New Year’s morning. Will the sunrise be the start of a fulfilled promise from the night before?
High winds, leaden skies and bucketing rain for weeks on end and now…calm…sun!
Walking down to the village the wind felt like a whisper. There is new birdsong in the hedges and, if you look really closely, you can see the tiny song in opaque white against a blue wash of sky.
People are out in the lane; on horses, on pushbikes, walking, wishing everyone a good morning and happy New Year. Molly, just returned from a good field run, barks and calls me over for a pet.
Anything’s possible on a New Year’s morning like this, in this lovely sunshine, in this little pink heart of mine.
I stood on the bridge and watched the reflecting blue and welcomed the new day…and I dangled there. Hanging in that moment, hanging like the birdsong in the hedge, like the aftertaste of harmony on still lips.