Full moon and early mornings

Full moon in a dark sky and the world silvered by moonlight and frost. Moonshadows broke up the ground into crackled mosaics. Sitting quietly by the fire, heaped with cats while Robin cooked supper I read The Claude Glass by Tom Bollough, a heartbreaking book, haunting, poetic, beautiful. Glass of fizz in one hand, book in the other, peace in my heart, words of beauty singing a story in my head. Perfect.

Walking today my camera ran out of battery, so I could not photograph the sunlight caught like a halo in the finest cats fur, the wind twisted tree with a patch of sky held in its basket bowl of twigs, soft moss emerald bright on a monochrome stone, a dog filled with delight at a brittle stick, a leaf thickened ad beade by frost, a distant flight of birds like a beautiful scarf blown across a fresh blue sky,smoke rising from early morning chimneys.