doing things with words and pictures
Grey undifferentiated lightYou nailed it WB.
Thank you, Jonathan. Very glad you drew out those three words.
I shall as always echo the percipient Chant; adding that to my ear that fine slow dragged-out staccato passage of syllables constitutes the opening movement of an extended musical phrase of the sort that happily distinguishes the child of wood from all our comparatively metallic pretenders. Grey undifferentiated light outside.Frostless: no soft tiny stellar mirrors anywhere.