She arrived after lunch, on Sunday at around 2pm. Beautiful in white and brown, dancing and floating between aisles in a vortex of air on the slow train to London.

Suspended, afloat, she made her way into the baggage area, across the seats, and through a valley of hard-back suitcases. And then, up into the air, and sideways around a bicycle, slowing for a moment, then fast past my eyes, suddenly diving and settling on my knee. She paused for a while, and then lifted again, back down the aisle, and out of the window near Cambridge.

White fluffy floating fairies, parachutes of germinating seeds from Asclepias Syriaca, the Common Milkweed plant.

heading to London,
a skin of Christmas cheer,
Deborah’s Birthday.