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Driving to Work 2020

I had a brief experiment with the morning tweet before March 2020 Lockdown. Doing this definitely helped me to have a focus in the Autumn that followed...

Monday 14th  December 2020: The sky winks a star, says there were meteors last night.

Thursday 10th December 2020: I let the sky orange its purple blanket without really noticing.

Wednesday 9th December 2020: Winter bleached air, curved moon in a blue sky surrounded by stars that I swear are singing.

Tuesday 8th December 2020: A sideways glance from a Santa in an upstairs window as the moon looks on through thin puffed cloud. Gentle rattled greetings from the magpie nest.

Monday 7th December 2020: The orange light of street lamps shows the fog as cloud. Brake lights pierce it. Then half a moon behind a skim of cloud as magpies chatter.

Friday 4th December 2020: The day feels freshly washed and the moon says waxing follows waning and the sky shows its blue.

Thursday 3rd December 2020: Just rain from an inked black sky that slowly, slowly lightens to purple.

Wednesday 2nd December 2020: The early chatter of magpies under a heavy weighted sky.

Tuesday 1st December 2020: A haloed moon stays low in the sky. The ground is frosted. A light blue sky is conjured and streaked with orange and hope.

Monday 30th November 2020: Full moon day. November ends with slow rain falling from purpled sky.

Friday 27th November 2020: The gulls are waking the sky gently this morning lifting purple into blue.

Wednesday 25th November 2020: Rain slows the lightening. A welcome chorus of gulls as the sun begins to push through and the rain now slows.

Tuesday 24th November 2020: The dark was purpling. Interrupted by orange like the flickering embers on a burning log. A surprising streak of yellow that bears a second glimpse. All gone now as arterial branches reach for a clouded sky.

Monday 23rd November 2020: Cold air freshened my lungs as wide orange striped the sky.

Friday 20th November 2020: Bare branches reach up against an expanse of deep blue in silence waiting.

Thursday 19th November 2020: The wind sounds and birds silently silhouette this morning as the water blows from the painters brush and touches of purple are added to the grey.

Wednesday 18th November 2020: This morning’s sky was painted by a water colourist experimenting with grey.

Tuesday 17th November 2020: Seven geese against a heavy sky.        

Monday 16th November 2020: A swirl of silent gulls circled. One blackbird sounded an alarm call and slowly grey became lilac and orange on blue.

Friday 13th November 2020: A quiet message from one gull. That slice of moon. And one celebratory ‘v’ of geese.       

Thursday 12th November 2020: A chorus of herring gulls laugh as I leave the house. Four more silhouette silently under the moon as I stand under a slice of moon at the petrol pump. Six geese rise above me on the bridge and six more fly low as I continue.

Wednesday 11th November 2020: A seam of rich orange lavendered the sky.

Tuesday 10th November 2020: Clouds define themselves and offer blue beneath for hope and a small glimpse of orange.

Monday 9th November 2020: This morning’s sky was made from bonfire smoke and cloud. Gulls scattered across it searching.

Friday 6th November 2020: The geese were on a different flight path this morning. Or perhaps I saw different geese!

Thursday 5th November 2020: Sherbet orange splits the sky and paints it purple. No geese.

Wednesday 4th November 2020: Two loose ‘U’s of geese flying way up high today flanked by a small v.

Tuesday 3rd November 2020: Yesterday the geese flew on fast forward, today two sets of six in a low, slow take off fly over.

Monday 26th October 2020: The birds sang to me as the recycling went up the path and the day is my own.

21st October 2020: Yesterday the air smelt of doughnuts so I am looking forward to investigating today’s scent.

Monday 19th October 2020: Only the shyest of sunrises this morning.

Thursday 15th October 2020: The moon was slung low and the sky gifted me purple and orange for this morning’s drive.

Friday 9th October 2020: Today’s work journey was accompanied by Belinda Carlisle and a shy sunrise.

Friday 2nd October 2020: An early morning game of hide and seek with a wasp.

Wednesday 30th September 2020: Last sunrise of September was a band of orange pushing up the grey cloud here this morning.             

Friday 18th September 2020: This week has seemed like an assault course (I am not built for all that over and under and big leaping) but now I see a Friday sky and a wood pigeon is greeting it.

Tuesday 15th September 2020: Morning. And the moon was so orange I could taste it as it rose.

Friday 11th September 2020: These are the mornings when magpies and crows play ‘Chicken’ on the roads and pigeons fly low.

Tuesday 8th September 2020: Today the sky is heron-grey.

Monday 7th September 2020: I do like Autumn sunrises!

Tuesday 31st March 2020: Beautiful birdsong this morning.

Friday 14th February 2020: Orange and pink sunrises and a Rupert scarf.            

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