Hills…

… Town hills.

I have grown to love these streets.
I love them in all seasons. I love them in summer when walking up them is hot and dusty and, in the snow, when they’re decidedly risky. Most of all, I think, I love them now, when it’s icy cold and grey and breath is foggy. I love them especially at (what we used to call) ‘tea’time. When the
lights are starting to go on, and glimpses of other people’s lives are (even when you don’t mean to look) seen from the street. The clocks, the vases, the hearths (hearts?) of other folk… The everyday items that unite us all and make us feel ‘tribe’.

I’ve had my hair cut.
:-)