Green Shoots

When I came back to the cottage, no one else was here. I sat outside in the cold sunshine, glass of wine in hand, and watched the stags stand in silhouette against the sky on the brow of the hill.  It was so quiet I could hear the wings of the birds beating as they flew over. Catkins are thick on the branches by the stream.

It has been a long time since I could bear to be alone with my thoughts like this. I am resolved to grow a little stronger every day.