October in March

The promise of spring was quickly broken. My drive to work this morning was through wet mist, redolent of an October morning. Mist curled round trees in a tight embrace, fearful to let go, like an autumn leaf with separation anxiety.

Suddenly, or so it seems, lambs have appeared in the fields. Another sign of the gambolling problem that is causing such havoc in some communities.

By this evening, we were in November. Heavy rain falling from a dark sky before 6.00 pm.

In all other respects, not a bad day. Four days back at work and I’m starting to get the hang of it again. I will probably peak tomorrow, and then it will be downhill to the weekend.


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