Grey & Brown

It seems March took a wrong turn somewhere and we're back in bloody November, with strong winds and rain. Even the sparrows, normally rather chipper birdies, seem utterly fed up with it all.
I have been sleeping like a bear fresh in hibernation too, and really, it feels very natural. And really, really good.

Almost weekend. There are rumours about good weather floating around, chatter at the bird bath is filled with anticipation. I'll wait and see - but secretly have a run outside all planned, JUST in case.

Everything's gonna be alright. The universe told me.