There’s always a bit of magic after the rain.
The edges of the day are softer.
Downy grey everywhere.
A tree reflected in a half-frozen puddle.
As though it was scattered along the walk.
Glass-like. A fragment. The essence of a tree.
Watery and shimmering.
Subtle colours and muted light.
Silhouettes against a pastel sky
A round and perfect sun burning through the grey gauze day.