I’m hugging my coffee to keep warm and my toes feel like ice because at the moment it is only 16°C. Nevertheless, it is a ‘pretty’ morning, the sky is painted with hues of orange and pink, as the sun is slowly rising and there isn´t a cloud in sight.
The gloom of yesterday was reflected in my mood. The washing wouldn´t dry, the wind blew it about on the line but it stayed damp, as there was too much moisture in the clammy cold air. Clouds in every shade of monochrome from silver though storm grey loomed in the sky and then the rain. They started as just a smattering of drops then turned heavy enough to make a soft clacking noise on the patio. It was late in the day before things brightened up and the sun came out but even at 18°C, it still felt cold.