Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

The taxi was going to be late. No bus, still no car. I need to be elsewhere and I’m stuck. Could have stayed in bed a bit longer…Didn’t have to get up before dawn… but the cold had woken me, even huddled beneath the duvet.

The morning is cold, frosty and with that indefinable something in the air that says this is temporary, this calm. Maybe it is something in the light… the clear dawn is not reassuring somehow. Vaguely ominous without any obvious reason. Maybe it is just me. It is one of those days.

My thoughts are churning through the mire of worldly concerns as I mull through everything that is on it today. I am, I admit, not in the best frame of mind as I pull on the fleece and dive, head down, to the post-box on the corner.

A keening startles me from my reverie…