Hopeful

My motivation for an hour a day outside is that I know it usually solves all ills. However, this morning was bleak. My neighbour messaged to ask why she’d opened her curtains to Victorian England and it certainly did have that grim and foggy feel to it. I found a new path that wound it’s way beside a stream, heard some bird song and spotted some snowdrops. But I think the gloom won overall.

Annoyingly the sun came out this afternoon but I’d lost motivation for going back outside so I just did some yoga in the spot of sun that hits the spare room.

I’m trying not to wish February away but I’m counting down the days until Spring.