The blip that wasn't

I had a better shot. Some kind of cheesy juxtaposition of tiny prefab houses and the great looming ribbon of concrete that is the M5 bridge high over the Avon. But I lost it. Had a lot of unnecessary tech-kerfuffle today.

I saw a pair butterflies down by the motorway, looping and weaving through the unseasonal air in some kind of doomed love dance. It's January and suddenly it's getting colder again. I had hands like great red spiders by the time I got back home on my bike in the raw chill.