Sitting huddled around the fire, with doors and curtains closed to keep in the warmth it feels like midwinter.
We are sat reading in the dusk like light despite the clock telling us it's nearly lunchtime. It should feel comforting but I am unsettled, impatient. My body clock, like that of the world around me, knows that the days are lengthening.
There are seedling everywhere, close to me, protected by the same warmth instead of spreading out as they should.They like me are on pause.
And yet I can't rid myself of the feeling
that there is a reason for this slowness-
that I am waiting, like the winter scene outside....
and I remind myself whilst watching and waiting that...
"Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished." Lao Tzu