pathways through…

the sense of arrival when reaching the footpath only a few steps from home – cold air, low sharp sun

leaving behind the scent of the woodburner encircling the house

strong light changing and shifting with the cloud cover

the icy rain fell all night, today the birds are hungry – sound of wings in flight crossing the field and a buzzard calling

I am glad of the grey beanie hat I knitted – greys in clouds and sky

Making tracks – mark making

the human footpaths worn with wear and today the tracks of feet sliding in the mud

the desire lines of creatures across the space, their marks and paths

Standing still or walking so gently – the fieldfares need to feed before dusk arrives

Home and the smell of wood – so the colours and tones of greys and oranges today