Sat 11 Feb
The wind is still tonight. The sky is low and no stars shine. Through dark silence the tide echoes around the hills as it crosses the rapids from the sea into the smaller confines of the loch.
A day for checking whether the rabbits had eaten the crocuses, for clearing a few weeds, for making a greetings card, for discouraging digging by our visitor and deciding against beginning anything that might need finishing in over a weeks time.
It has been an empty sort of day, perhaps because not only did it dry up by the afternoon but the wind has stopped; not just dropped but stopped and that feels weird after such a long time. The day has echoed with non-sound and compounded an underlying lack of energy.
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