Soft morning

Misty raindrops on cyclamen.

It didn't really rain this morning as I cycled to work after my training stretching session with Tamsyn. It was just that soft air that precipitates gently on the face as you ride through it. It gathered in droplets on leaves and petals.

Someone I didn't know asked me in the lift this evening whether this had been a good week ... now therein lies a tale; but the response has to be "yes! a good week"...