Light on the Horizon

Sunday 16th January

Day 270

It’s so dark in the house this afternoon I have to turn on the light on the stairs. Even clear chicken broth bright with strips of spring greens doesn’t lift the melancholy which clings to my skin all day like a misty cobweb.

Coming home tonight from visiting my husband’s aunty the sky is a swirling sea of black cloud, streaked with a beach of luminous grey ribbons, hovering over the town.

‘It’s like driving into a dark future,’ says my husband. ‘But with light on the horizon, too.’

Another beacon - the halo of a three quarter moon - greets us when we get out of the car. It was there all the time shining above us in the darkness.