Is it a New Year thing to feel the air clearer? The birdsong in the slow light? Perhaps it's a new-beginning thing, this slow picking-up of the threads, this interval gradually to set everything into a frame: let's take a step back to check the course, check the compass, all that; write out some objectives, and from them, a schedule. What is the vision? Sometimes, right to push through the opening doors, but sometimes, even better to take a look at the new room, the new hallway, before passing to the next. What to leave behind?
Such a quiet morning, but for that bird. Light coming in gradually; a day reluctant to start. Almost