Sauturday was not much warmer
but we had a beautiful clear blue sky.
I find out why our birdfeeder
gets fewer Michelin stars than the neighbours.
Everywhere there was shadow, colour and pattern.
With a grey sky sometimes everything seems grey.
"Frost sparkles on the roofs of the small kiosks
at street corners
and on the red berries of the mountain ash
outside the apartment building."