Setting moon

The wind caught at your hair, then your feet, lifting you from the ground, and you looked up and saw Saré, the smaller moon, falling towards you through the blue sky.

More snow overnight. Thick and wet, it will melt fast.

I drive into Edinburgh twice, once to get paint mixed and again to collect a delivery. More books are given to the scouts. A steady drip of deliveries for Angus appear at the front door. My final driving job is taking Nick from Garvald to Bogsbank.

Then I squeeze in a couple of hours work, cook tea, and collapse into Oblivion.