Notes From The Downs
I spend most of February waiting. Holding my breathe and waiting. Waiting for the cold earth to soften, waiting for the birds to join in song once more, waiting for the sun to return the colour to my cheeks; waiting, as if in a diapause.
The Collins English dictionary describes diapause as:
A period of suspended developmen…
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