Days of driech weather have abounded, low cloud and wind tossed trees. Puddles and reflections, mud and slush. It has been, so far, a damp and rather mild winter with the briefest of moments of snowy winter wonder.
In the past I have been pulled down with the gloom and retreated into myself, revelling in mawkish self pity while I yearned for summer and sunlight and sunshine.
This year, as we slipped from summer to autumn I began to feel that looming dread, that sharp unreadiness for winter and the cold and damp.
Today, while out walking with Moss and Himself, I had a rather gentle realisation that the usual seasonal melancholy which had been prevalent during autumn, had stayed in autumn and did not come with me into winter .... now, on the last day of 2021, after days and days of dreary weather where rain and wind plagued our every move ... I seemed to have survived - unscathed and - if I am perfectly honest - feeling quietly contented and happy.
Good bye 2021
See you 'on the other side!!' 💜💙💚💚💚💙💜