Another absolutely windless day at the burial ground again today, with the softest cold mist. The temperature was below freezing, and patches of snow still lie on the grass and the paths after the snowfalls and flurries earlier in the week. There is something very holding, somehow magically tender, about Sun Rising when it is like this. The photo here gives an inkling of the feeling.
Misty Roundhouse
More snow is due to fall over the coming days, which will again no doubt blanket the burial ground in soft silence. If only it weren’t so cold …
It’s almost as if the mist is a cosy blanket cloaking the the roundhouse in it’s warmth.