Remember that strand of tinsel I mentioned, I'm pretty sure, a couple years ago? Well it's still there, tangled in the birch tree, flapping and glittering among the dry leaves and catkins. It's the first thing I see when I look up from my laptop at this bare branches time of year. This morning the sun is shining, it has almost reached the bed (I'm sitting on the bed): a few more inches and I'll be able to warm my toes in sunlight.
Meanwhile the sun is shining on the window ledge where there are a couple of pebbles I picked off the beach last year. Smooth, rounded, with holes bored through them, but in one of those holes a second, tiny pebble, is wedged. Pebbles in pebbles in pebbles, like Russian dolls.