It is funny how you see a colour in a photo, then read some words and somehow they click, evoking a memory which you thought was long gone. The colour, is red, blurred, out of focus, stretched. A finger bump in a pocket that captured a hue unnoticed. It has shape and texture which could mean a million things, open to many interpretations, if you allow your mind to wander. It struck me as something, what I did not know but it felt good to feel curious about something after what has for been a very harsh and isolating winter. Winter has been an enforced hibernation as I muddle through grief. One is bad enough, both together does seem cruel at times.