One needs a splash of glorious pink every now and again, found while walking back from a mandatory stint in the office.


Anything, Everything
One needs a splash of glorious pink every now and again, found while walking back from a mandatory stint in the office.


The moon was still so clear this morning as the sun was coming up, and I was lucky to get a couple of views the camera could never capture.


Every morning, I get up early and go for a walk. My main drive is to wake up, get energized. But at quarter to 7 in the morning, the only time I can fit in before work, there’s emerged one drive to get up. ‘To capture the dawn’, as Michael Sheen says in Staged.


Weather wise, its been turbulent. I personally think its the perfect weather for the period we live in right now. It should encourage people to stay in, anyhow. In a perfect world, but for so many kids its their first taste of snow, and how magical must that be?

I’ve been doing a bit of meditation lately. There’s a very good series on Netflix I recommend if you haven’t heard of it, Headspace Guide to Meditation. Today’s episode was about falling in love with life, particularly thinking about what you appreciate in your life right now.
There’s a tremendous amount i appreciate right now, people and things. But one thing came to mind. A bit odd, and a bit abstract, maybe. But it stood out. The sky? Yes, the sky. Particularly around 8am, to be exact.
I got to thinking about it during the practice. In these times of uncertainty and same old same old; the same routine, same people, same clothes because what’s the point of wearing anything different? Not going out as we used to, yada yada.
But the sky is different. It’s always there, and it’s never the same. The clouds aren’t blemishes at this time, they’re details. I’m not talking about the sunset or sunrise being the markers for new days and days over, I’m just talking about it being there.



I love snow. It makes everything wonderful and pretty and glittery. And I haven’t seen it for a few years. This morning, I looked out the window while making a cup of tea and just saw dense snowfall, and it was gorgeous. Even living in such a built up area, it was still beautiful. Just one of the great things about snow; anything can look beautiful.


Right now the sky looks like an oil painting. And I love it.



I love snow, and I hate it when it goes away. After a few dismal winters over the last couple of years, its lovely to just get a peak. Now its back!


Nothing like a dash of colour on a wintery lunchtime walk.
Sometimes it’s difficult to see the minute beauty of every small feature of what makes up a scene. Other times, it just pops out at you.
I think the most beautiful time is during early morning, purely for the colours of the sky. Its a simple pleasure, but not one to be passed by.
