‘The Great Murk’

This is my least favourite time of year. Sad skies, short days.

The glow of the Christmas has long gone. The weather is just water vapour, different shades of drab.

Everything is mud.

Every time I go for a walk I return damp and covered in mud splotches. My trousers are so muddy maybe I should dye them brown and lean into the situation.

But there are moments. This is a spot where I stopped a while and tried to capture of sense of this strange seasonal limbo.