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
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