A gorgeous night

I particularly love the heart shaped aura around the moon. The second moon is its reflection in my door, and below them, Jupiter approaches.




This morning, by contrast, the mist is thick grey-white with a violet tint and a touch of waiting snow. There's one confused looking blackbird in my back garden, and the world ends at my garden wall; everything beyond it is wraith lights.

Curious dreams, but just bits and pieces, scenes. A nice clothes outlet which then turned into a very posh antique book shop. I picked some contraption out of its fitting box, couldn't identify it though it seemed to have something to do with cameras. Its side was made of some ceramic/porcelain/ivory style surface with A.Jewry debossed into it.

'That's on offer,' said the bookshop owner, 'it's [can't remember the amount] til tomorrow night.' I nodded at him, too ashamed to admit I didn't have a clue what it was for.

I want to play with perfume, but the cream they tell me to wear throughout the radiotherapy smells like putty/clay, overpowers everything, and gets into my clothes! Maybe it's a clue from the universe that I shouldn't get out of my dressing gown today.