White out

Cold, damp silence.

All distinction between sky and land gone. Tree ghosts, a few rooftops, three lights punctuate the greyish white backdrop. All others enveloped.

What lies beyond, I wonder?

It will roll back. The patchwork of rooftops, the sea estuary, the mobile mast. All will reveal themselves again.

Soon we will head out for the school run. Greet others. Go about our day.

Winter will pass. Spring will come.

Right now it is okay to be still and embrace the mystery.

Give yourself permission, dear friend. 

Let’s flourish together!

Arlene x

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