First Proper Jack Frost of December greeted me this morning as i stepped out into the darkness..the moon still bright greeted me with a nod..i blew it a kiss for all those whom set their stall by it...for some time now i have known it not to be made of green cheese..is this a sorrow or just sign that my adult-head has drifted from the class room stories i was once told...perhaps a long time ago now...pulling up my collar against the cold work called the saddle as always waiting...
Again sunshine for most of the day sat behind glass i could pinch the warmth...even that felt good, as another day nearer Christmas i step...real Christmas trees are on sale in far more places than i have ever seen down the years perhaps a quick sale fills the pockets and is easy work..though i did feel sorry for the Man and Van at the supermarket on the way home tonight there in darkness loading his trees back into the van...for a second, perhaps, i thought what if he had stood there all day and not sold one..how tragic...and sad...So Goeth...