Shadowlands

To the grindstone, arch you back boys, ignore the ill used hands and aching muscles...to the grindstone!

In the endless seeming dark, across arctic wind swept commons, ever in shadow, get to the light. Icy puddles ready to rip wheels from out under you, causing loud and coarse language to spring into the chilled air. Frozen hands, ice block toes, scrunched up shoulders and a running nose, all companions on your way to the grindstone in shadow and dark.

Trapped in work all day.....no daylight for me....I start to struggle, struggle in the shadowlands of winter.

Thank goodness I have a day off tomorrow....out and about for me and my lovely Lady I think!

:)