It was one of those nights. The view from my midnight gate: a myopic, cataract-obscuring gloom; a cold mist blurring the edges of our focus-the wall’s crowning like a diamond adorned crust, a new gift, a vision.
Within the night, within our perimeters, we need to know both our boundaries and our limitations.
It was one of those mornings. Crawling over the hill, a tepid promise for the evening’s hostilities; bait to entice us out into the town. Tidal lanes for those who consume or are themselves consumed, condemned forever to travel these seasonal tides.
On the cusp of the day, we need to embrace each new offering with both instinct and wisdom.
City Jackdaw 
You express it in such a lovely fashion, Andy.
It’s -15 degrees Celsius where I am. And we’re getting more snow.
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We’ve not had much beyond the odd flurry, much to the children’s chagrin.
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