It is a pleasing thing to be seeing things straight again after being struck down by a bug. Colour and shape come back to the world.
Seen through the window, the trunk of the bay tree, shines like polished ebony.
I have completley fallen for the adjective "lossy" which Clare Grant posted by way of a comment here yesterday. I can't it get it out of my head. I love it. I shall use it at every opportunity. Thanks again Clare. A beautiful thing.