Digging deep for the wonder today, as I sit here I just want to moan about being tired and Decembery (it’s a word… maybe…). But. Wonder is there for the taking and so today the pockets were found in a lovely chat with the person cutting my hair, both of us overexcited to talk to someone different. It was found in the first and last Christmas shopping experience of the year, in wandering the streets of Brighton again and enjoying the quirky joy of our city despite these odd times. It was found in chatting with a friend in the park before pick up. The dark feels pretty dark this time of year but the droplets of wonder are ever before me..