Not Quite Walpurgis Night

[smokingboot]

How strange and pale this morning is! Up at 5.20, hard to work out if the sun had risen yet. Outside had all the looks of those nights drained by light pollution and a mist that's just now leaving. The house was bitter cold. Awake for ages yet somehow I had missed the dawn chorus. It was a peculiar vibe, not at all comfortable.

Then I notice a message from a friend in India, who has sent me photos of khotto iblis she made. It looks delicious, and I'm cheered to remember that while I seem locked in the enchantment of Dyfed, across the world people are making/eating/sharing delectables!