Shape of my heart

Poppy in a field next to the Bristol Bath Railway Path, just outside Bath.

Oh when the wild was all covered by snow,
I forgot the colours that the grass tend to grow,
Oh the trees were all leafless, and lifeless and black,
and I wondered if the leaves could grow back

Shape of My Heart
Noah and the Whale

A cycle ride was desperately needed to clear my head this morning. I went to see Clay Shirky speak at Bristol's Watershed last night (part of the Bristol Festival of Ideas) and drank too much cider afterwards. It was a good evening though.