Scottish Christmas

Isle of Lewis, Scotland, Christmas 25

5 pigeons fly through the crofts taking turns in front and behind. Their feathers the same colours as the pinky white yellow snow illuminated by a morning sun. I think of their tiny hearts beating hard, warm inside their breasts.

Not quite snowed in. Hot sauna and making snow angels in the unspoilt powder. Your is perfect and you call it our lucky angel for 2026. Tingly all over with hot and cold and angels.

In the morning the fairy lights hang just below the barbed wire, a row of frozen drips caught in time like an extra string of jewels.