wishing for a clear, cloudless winter day, so tonight I could gaze at the stars
mild winter weather, the half-full sack of charcoal waits patiently
lonely ghost: wild red-eyed grebe gliding across the grey river
one by one they fall – cold, unique and white – never too late for the first snow
many colours and sweet smells so refreshing in the cold – but which sasanqua do I take home?