I awaken as the fragile fingers of dawn poke their way past the curtains. As always there is the slow burn before the brain reignites with a rush like a gas boiler. In this semi awakened state, as I become fully conscious, my first thought is to my ankles and feet. “Have they miraculously healed - Not today”.

Once again I draw back the blankets and stumble toward my morning ablutions as the household awakens. As the earth moves towards its winter abode in the heavens, grey becomes the default shade. In the mornings the lowering skies and omnipresent precipitation fill the valleys and blanket the hills.

Often by eleven the sun has made its grand entrance. The clouds lift and drift over the uplands on their way to the floodplains, revealing the glory of the land. Greys turn to Blues. A thousand shades and hues, dissected with lines of tumbling milky white.

Another day in Heaven