tips of light

Early January is proving relentlessly dark: another day of heavy cloud, and hours of rain.

Everything seems to be stuck in the heaviness of the post Christmas, post New Year time, waiting for longer days, for pay day, for the structure of work to resume, for walks to go on, for holidays to plan, for a glimpse of sunlight, for the energy of spring.

Or rather, I seem to be stuck there.

Still, it is mild, and under the oak tree in the garden I found the first snowdrops peeking through, and showing off their tips of light.