droppings from the rabbit hole... 18

the view from the door or the window at blinkbonny farm cottages as the "beast from the east" rages outside... strange day and deja vu... back in the mists of time the same friend that i was staying with had rented the cottage two doors along from this one,  a sense of overlap and change, the austerity replaced by comfort, the chaos a little more subdued and the choice of musical instruments expanded... memories within the white out shifting ghostlike, folk who for whatever reason had faded or fallen along the way... and the question of whether we'd be snowed in, all too aware that our flight was only a few days away....