Friday, December 22, 2006


Heading out for a walk in the fog, walking around a Cathedral drapped in mystery, trees covered in white frost, the world around hidden from view, all that exists is this blanket around me, holding me, keeping me firmly in this moment right now. Walking back looking in windows at cosy warm houses bathed in light. I've come in from the cold in more ways than one this Christmas.


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