Moonlight

Saw it written and I saw it say
Pink moon is on its way
And none of you stand so tall
Pink moon gonna get ye all
And it’s a pink moon

I take the bike to work - my fingers freeze, but the traffic doesn’t bother me.

After work I meet Ian at the temporary offices at Regus on Princes Street. It’s good catching up, but inevitably I get home late. And cold, again.

I light the fire, eat (what I believe could be characterised as) a light supper, and retire.