February 2, 2012. No comments.
As I sniffed, and snivelled, and my nose froze, and my eyes began to adjust to the bright, cold, unforgiving sun, I started to see things
Patches of frost on the grass
Small traces of blossom
at the end of brown branches
A clutch of crocuses.
Above the work-a-day street of empty shops and parked cars the sky was holiday blue
Even the dust on the dilapidated signs took on a harsh new beauty
Everything sort of shone. And waited.
Rubbish bags were lined up in alleyways
Daffodils were lined up in baskets
Huddled stiffly together in the fierce winter light
It was as if the world was waiting, patiently waiting
for the great burgeoning to begin