It is a grey November morning and the atmosphere is heavy with fog and mist. I don't think I will get out to take any photos today. Instead I'm content to sit by the fire and stitch fragments of memories into tiny bits of cloth. There is a shiver in my bones today brought on by the damp chill in the air so I think I will put the kettle on the wood stove and make some tea.
A solitary star shines bright in November's bleak woods