Singing as the darkness lifts, 25 09 2023: This morning the air carries the aroma of an empty vanilla ice-cream tub. For a moment I doubt my senses and wonder if I am remembering last night’s dessert – a trio of sorbet and ice-cream, and yet those flavours were sour cherry, cinnamon and orange. A delicious treat to accompany conversation and time in the company of friends to just be. On the drive home the waxing moon revealed itself from behind thick cloud as a glowing pringle lamp. Looking back on my week I see that it was composed of seized moments: A trip to Kent, a day sharing my art, dinner out on a Sunday. Conversations, listening, thinking time and laughter all mingling together and swirling now in my head like marbling inks on water. An apple from my mum beside an apple for my mum An Apple for My Mum I need to tell you exactly what colour it was...