The sun, this morning, has risen into a firmly blue but still morning-pale sky, and turned its streaks of cloud bright pink, edged in warm rose gold. To the west the banks of cloud are the colour of smoky lavender. This pastel extravagance of a sky in a painting would be incredibly tacky, completely overdone, utterly tasteless. But no human ( Read more... )

One small thing that makes me happy: my dinosaur earrings. Sei, I'm afraid, was more elegant than I and would never have worn such things, but I think they're very lovely; three silver species to mix and match, delicate, detailed silver. Very feminine except when you actually look closely at their teeth ( Read more... )

The things we want to want to be.

The sun's barely risen in days, so when I stepped out this morning to open blue skies, cold and very bright, it made a huge difference. Winter is long, but spring is coming - it will come - and I've been promised a little patch of garden of my own, so I'll have the chance to get out under the sky and in the fresh air and get my hands good and dirty ( Read more... )

We had her on top of us all the time, that enormous Moon: when she was full - nights as bright as day, but with a butter-coloured light - it looked as if she were going to crush us; when she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind; and when she was waxing, she came forward with her horns so low she seemed about to ( Read more... )

I danced in the new year. It's the best way to start one off, exactly as you intend to finish it - on a dancefloor, heart high, surrounded by music and joy ( Read more... )

A new year soon, and I always enjoy them. I like the sense of potential, the sense of really possible change, and I have a good record for resolutions - if I make two or three I'll usually end up keeping at least one of them, which is a fairly good record for fickle humanity ( Read more... )

It's damp, where I live. This piece of land hangs itself between the sea and a wide, wide river, and in spring and autumn the fields often flood, and there's always mist in the winter. Today it was so heavy that the top of the church spire had vanished, and between the mist and the fine rain in the air all the world was water ( Read more... )

The way the dog greets me in a morning, so very happy to see me, as if after a long night's sleep anything could have happened but it hasn't and he's so glad ( Read more... )

It can be taken for granted that yesterday was wonderful, because fairy lights and tinsel and family are wonderful. But Christmas, which has particular necessities, also has particular stressors, while Boxing Day has no obligations but all the same things to love ( Read more... )