Standing under the early morning sky, stars all around me like frost chips and the grass crisp under my sheepskin slippers I looked around for my inspiration, but she had fled. The puppy snuffles the cold grass and rummages in the hedge while I wait in the precious silence. I don't hurry him as I love the stillness, the waiting as the cold seeps through my jumper and into my nightie, the moment before the World awakes. Usually the magic stirs my muse and I hurry to my paints, but not today, not this week.
This week I'll take a few days out, do some housework and walk the puppy. I've deadlines galloping towards me, but the work will go all the faster for a break. That's what I'm hoping anyway!!!