On this dull November day, everything seemed tinged white, as if it had been painted with a heavy hand. Slowly approaching the sprawling hospital complex as she had done for the last six months Antonia looked for a glimmer of hope. Her course of chemotherapy was nearly finished and she wanted to feel positive, but the intense tiredness that dogged her every step had burrowed deep. Outwardly her smile warmed the day for those people who came into contact with her, however today she was in dire need of something to warm her soul. Yet the snow still fell.
When I saw this marvellous picture my first thoughts were of a story centred around music and light. Great I thought, but nothing [new] came to mind. So I decided to wait for a few hours, instead I set to work with a saw and drill in a warm well it garage. Then followed this up with coffee and lunch with a good friend. And I even managed to bag a few sun lit photographs of the autumn colours. Surely now I thought a warm story of music and light story will flow to do justice to Bjorn’s photograph – but no instead [November Blues] was born! So it seems a writer has to go with the flow, even if it is with the blues. Sorry if this is a bit heavy… my link to the picture was the white specks of light which led me to think of snow.
Now walking at midnight under an almost clear sky has led me to think about a light beam reflecting against the moon light and how I might use that in my writing! Mike