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."

               Cold Spell

                                                       Elizabeth Brewster