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.