Winter Light

Oil on canvas

108 by 125 cms

Here it is at last, creeping and sliding along my back fence, poking through boisterous ivy leaves, dancing across spider webs, shivering on the glass, on the doormat, on the wall, on my shoulder, on the marble bench, and even on the cover of the Agath Christie novel that I read unbearably slowly.

I sigh with pleasure, confident that it will become warmer and more abundant as the winter’s cold deepens.