After dropping the children at school, I took a little detour before heading home to the Studio.
Along frost spangled paths
through trees silent and sleeping.
Willow leaves floated down to meet the still, dark lake,
and sun warmed water rises to meet the sky.
A nearby neighbour greets me with a curious stare.
And a doll, half finished takes her ease by the fireplace.
Willow, the goldfish who thinks she's a dolphin, passes judgement (rather rudely, I think!).