girlyswot

My computer is on the first/second floor and I have a view that goes past the neighbours house, across the field they said they's start developing seven years ago, but which is just getting filled up with trees as time goes by (it's been a thistle farm, which is so not fun to have as a neighbour, I don't know how many thistles we weed each year), but the view across the fieald to the hills in the distance is quite lovely, and one I savour, because when they finally do build, that view will be gone and all I'll see is houses. Right now, though - in this very moment - we've got the blue hour, and woth the snow that arrived over the weekend, the effect is magical. It really *is* a blue world out there. Beautiful. I'm not sure I have that many hidden, private places, but I do tend to see (and fall in love with) all the wonderful details around me. A rusting bulldozer at the edge of a field, slowly being invaded by nature, the blue hour, the way the snow first attaches itself to one side of the light poles, then when it gets slightly milder, slides down in all kinds of mesmerising serpentine patterns (oh how I loathed not being able to run around with a camere yesterday). I've been told that I see what no one else sees, and I've never quite understood what that is - but maybe this is it? All the wonderful details, all the proof of life, of nature, of creation everywhere? It's a wonderful, magical world we live in.