The beginning of February 2013 has been a trying time. First, the relentless cold weather which does not seem to want to abate in its ferocity. It has been wet rain, and snow and ice, and ferocious freezing wind. That followed by the suffering inflicted upon the body and soul by an almost unshakeable chest cold, which afflicts the spirit more than the old pulmonary cavity.
Anyway, as not everything lasts for a hundred years I decided, in between reading and resting, to test the light of one morning when the sun shone and a glimmer of hope smiled upon the room, to make a record of the old gaze and the old shadow.