It’s back again. February. Every year it turns up around the same time. It’s peering at me through the window like a miserable grey demon.
It’s the middle of the day but it’s more like dusk. I can see the sea from here. It’s grey. Rising from the distant horizon the sky is grey, even the seagulls squawking overhead are grey. There’s a blanket of snow. Blankets are meant to keep you warm. Not this one. The only bit of colour I see is a lone daffodil bravely standing there to remind me that spring is waiting just around the corner.
Thanks once again to Rochelle for hosting, and to Dale Rogerson for this week’s photo.