Anakana Schofield

Something very appealing is happening outside in the sky with the sun (or the megawatty moon). The sky has turned on after days on the dimmer. A pinky hue is falling on one, two, three, four, five, six chimney pots I have hitherto never noticed.  (and one satellite dish).

Oh sweet Spring — is that you? Are you knocking?!

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