'If you want to have a creative output, you need a creative input.' I remember spouting this little gem of wisdom one January while at college to a fellow art student. Truth be told, it was my reasoning behind reaching out for another piece of cake.
Here we are, at that mid-winter tipping point, all of us wrapped in a blanket of stars. I write about looking for magic, and finding it hidden away in the nooks and crannies of the every day. Or even, realising that it's so massive and all engulfing, we just don't always see it right away.
The temperature had suddenly plummeted. An Indian summer that shimmered with golden sunlight blazing on drifts of golden leaves had somehow slid, overnight, into a dark slush of cold, mud, and clouds of breath hanging in the air.