The grey morn dashes last nights hopes that rose as softness fell to embrace sleep to wake in the hard light of day. The Cailleach did not come our way!  


Memo to self.

I was asked to do a thing, A thing, I thought I could not do, But I did this thing, And did it well. Just goes to show, I did not know, That I could do it, And do it well! Goodness! © Cymraes 2008