It's Wednesday, Woden's day, the wise and sacrificial, hidden and questing and always testing. One-eyed. This coffee, black and buzzing, is a gift for his ravens, Thought and Memory. Here we are in the middle, beginning again.
Mercury's day, bright with curiosity. Unquenchable. Always changing.
A day for language. A day for questions.
Here we are, the first of March.
I am glad of the early and waking into it. The birdsong so percussive. The first hint of azalea pink.