A Pause for Reflection

A strangely philosophical post this morning. Here I am, sitting on my bed staring out across the Aire valley to the first, straggling houses of Wrose up there on the brow of the hill. The sky a pale shade of blue, the sun, warm for a change (though that may have something to do with the glass), a light breeze barely shifting the budded branches of the two flowering cherries that stand in the front garden.

High up I see the vapour trails, big jets coming up from London, flying high and heading for Scotland before turning left and setting out across the North Atlantic for destinations such as New York, Montreal, Washington DC maybe. Places I've never been... not yet anyway.

Hanging from the curtain rail are two multi faceted pendants, nothing more than lumps of tinted glass really, but symbolic in their own way I suppose. The top one a small heart, and a couple of inches lower a large teardrop... a definite sense of irony there I feel. They both swing slowly, independently as the slight breeze ruffles the tall evergreen outside, before easing its way in through my window.

In midwinter, the sun is all wrong. Too low and too weak, but not today. Today I sit here with a mug of coffee still steaming in my hand and watch, entranced, as the pendants turn in the whispers of wind, sending slender shards of rainbow light sliding across the walls and flickering over my bare legs.

It's one of those magic moments. Outside I can hear the birds and the crocuses are out in clusters of gold and purple. Soon it will be the daffodils...

Oh yes, I think Spring is on its way...

Chris