Winter Afternoon in Kenilworth

 We walked the paths of Abbey Fields today as the winter sun sank over the frozen water.

If we had come across monks from the long disappeared abbey,

or the Virgin Queen's courtiers making their way to the ruined castle, 

it would have been no surprise.

Why does dusk have this magic sense of timelessness

and edge of mystery I wonder?

I only know,

 even as we await the beginning of a New Year tomorrow,

there was a sense of seamless eternity in the chill air today.

Be Blessed