'at 8pm. I went out on the terrace. there was a keen clear frost and the moon was bright in the cloudless sky... children's voices seemed to be calling everywhere...' - kilvert on this day in 1871 (nothing now until the 12th).
'to fair haven on the ice partially covered with snow. the cracks in the ice showing a white cleavage. what is their law ? somewhat like foliage, but too rectangular...' - thoreau, 4th january 1852
kafka, ah but there is no kafka (that brod wants to tell us about) except in other years.
'I walked past places where I'd been happy or miserable or bored and all of them felt exalted because the world had been revealed as so frighteningly tenuous and unpredictable.' - olivia laing - a painting by giovanni di paolo, broadcast on this date in 2022 as part of the 'viewfinders: ways of seeing at 50' series.
more frost overnight. last night a zoom beer with howard. when horsemouth went out to feed the chickens he found a dead robin (alas poor beastie). the water in their bowls required the ice breaking on them. this morning he has seen another robin, a woodpecker, the jays are out.
today a journey up to the forge and back (assuming the bus is running).
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