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I’m not certain whether the Holiday season is to blame
or if the winter is hitting me particularly hard,
but I’m finding it very difficult to shaking off
this dark mood that’s hanging over me.
I suspect that the prolonged absence of the sun may be a factor.

But it appears that there are small glimpses of hope to be found everywhere;
this morning I unexpectedly came upon this delicate flower as I rather energetically worked
to clear my balcony of its hard-packed accumulation of frozen matter.
It was carefully rescued it from its fate and brought inside to rest on a bookshelf,
where it now sits in the distinguished company of Agatha Christie and Colin Dexter.
(The balcony, alas, remains partially covered in alternating layers of ice and snow
from which only an ice-pick could free it.)

The sun may not have made an appearance in what feels like aeons,
but something yellow certainly brightened up my day when I collected today’s post:
a large envelope containing this most adorable of photos by Castle Cat Studio.
Merci beaucoup Nathalie et Tim, je l’adore!
(I love cat toes — they’re my one weakness!)

After returning photography books to the library at lunch time,
I decided to treat myself by browsing my favourite section, at the very back of the second floor.
From what I can deduce, it consists of the original contents of the municipal library,
onto which later acquisitions were simply grafted, leaving it intact,
an incongruous and mostly neglected appendage attached to a much larger body.
A very basic classification system seems to reign here:
all books in a given division have a point in common, but otherwise there seems to be no coherent order.
For example, on the shelves dedicated to French literature, obviously the best stocked,
the more than casual observer will notice some authors’ names repeated here and there for no apparent reason.
It is above all this cahotic aspect that attracts me and keeps me coming back.

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