Cold n frosty

It’s another cloudless clear sky morning, there’s a frost this time. I think Stella thinks I’ve the power over the frost as she tried to go to the toilet,  her bump must’ve hit the ground as she shot forward, and barked at me. 

I’m aware of the cry of a bird of prey of some form in the trees to my left. the crunch of my feet in the frosty grass can’t smell much but can feel the cold air in my nose. 

My mind is on the day ahead, as the caffeine from my coffee kicks my human into action. I stare into the dark, but lightening sky and wonder how far the stars are from where I stand. 

An exercise in mindfulness

It’s dark, but I’m in this, field, and I’m gonna attempt to sescrible what I can see, hear and smell. 

1. See whatever my torch beam lights up. a starry sky with the odd aircraft(we are on Stansted and Luton flightpath. silhouettes of the trees. 
2. Hear Stella shuffling around. Road traffic And a couple of aircraft and my gentle footfall. the odd screech of a bird of prey possible an owl. 
3. Smell mainly fresh air, the odd wiff of a dogs toiletries  

Now what I’m aware of around an in me

• A light headache
• A slightly stuffy nose 
• A mildly sore throat 
• I’m a little bit chesty 
• And my knees ache.