Sunlit lane

Another sunlit lane. Another day of bright and cold.

I popped in on John to dish out chocolates and spread the joy about Chelsea's more than late equaliser - 8 seconds after the eighth minute of extra time had been played. And then they were giving out that it was offside.

Radio silence continues. As was foretold. I could write something but it would only be speculation. Alternatives that might or might not exist.

I saw the kestrel in her/his tree (see the multiple extra). They are so patient. Waiting to strike. Conserving energy. Endlessly riding the wind. Or sitting in their tree, scanning the ground. Listening. So must we be. Patience x nine.