Even the cracks...

...in the pavement can't be covered by the snow.

Sometimes things are just done, finished, over.

Sometimes we try to continue, sweeping the snow away, covering the cracks, filling the holes.

Then it takes a fiery red catalyst to help realisation dawn that you just can't continue with an eroded sense of self. You can't go on being a half life.

And that's when inspiration returns, energy is gained, the snow seems fun once more, kites fly higher, music is louder, books shout to you, theatre is magic yet again.

My gorgeous princess, it's you. Forever...and a day

xxx