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  • The frost that doesn’t melt puts a hush upon the world, and makes me pay more attention to the small quiet things that are warm and smiley.

    The crunch of my snow boots along the path.

    The trundle, trundle of the wheelie bin for the garden waste. Won't need that now until spring.

    Glossy white breakfast crockery that catches the thin light.

    The clank of my spoon against the porridge bowl, sings it's comfort.

    The slight rustle sound of wool brushing cotton from my jumper and blouse.

    Satisfying thud, thuds, as heavy things get tidied away in their proper places.

    A hum de hum over the 'to do' list.

    A jumping dog knows how I feel.

    A slurp of tea (no manners!)

    The tap, tap, tap of the keyboard as I work.

    There is such joy in the simplest of things.
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