I am dedicating the small use of latin here to my friend Zoe, who inspires me every single day with her commitment to classics and the way she tackles life with puns.
This was sunday ante meridiem; the weather was beautiful, but not so much in the way that it lingered for not only the morning but the whole day with a blanket of translucent white and lack of visibility. Not in the way that snow does, but in a much sinister yet calming nature- if such a juxtaposition is possible. It was not in any way a danger (unless you were driving) yet my walk to sainsbury's was made somewhat uneasy by the strange possibility that someone or something could suddenly appear from a cloud of white a few meters away (cue silly thoughts from reading too many scary stories)...
I love how this section of the world decided it was having none of it! A completely clear, frost free, fog free area of ivy and twigs...
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