Today I drank the last of the Secretos del la Alhambra tea I bought in Granada, from the tea and spice stall in the shadow of the Cathedral of the Incarnation. Even though more than several years old, it kept its flavour of rose petals and oranges and spiced sunshine right to the last golden drop. If I close my eyes it's a perfect antidote to England's chill and damp fog.
Rust-red fox in the back yard this morning, a bright shock of colour in the mist. Laughed boldly at me and leapt over the wall, sending me off to my day's work with a complicit smile.
Mr Fox made by the wonderful ceramic artist Anna-Mercedes Wear. |
There was barely daylight today. A smudged greyscale world blurred by a small rain, without contrasts or edges. It gives me the same sense of formless melancholy as listening to Nico singing All Tomorrow's Parties
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The river was running high and fast today, rough eddies where there used to be calm shallows, dark as ink with secretive deep currents. The trees along the bank wade up to their knees.
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