...and thus my thoughts go public. It is a different matter though that there are so many of them I have no idea which to select as the privileged first. Should it be the Christmassy ones that I gathered over the last week, or should it be the New Year-y ones which are yet unformed?
It struck, suddenly yet again, that I seem to be scattered in bits round the globe: a bit in Arizona, a bit in Kolkata, a bit in London and a bit here, in Leeds. So while I still see the red and green baubles on the first Christmas tree I helped dress up, am also yearning for momos of Cheena para at six in the morning. I live a shredded life - but what wonderful shreds to live in.
A car goes by, leaving a fine spray of water and a whoosh! behind it in the midnight darkness. The fog lights peer through. The magpies sleep. I shall now become a magpie as well...