Walking in the Cloisters ...

I walked slowly round the Cloisters, turning my collar up against the cold wind - I imagined myself, waiting here, shivering in a lawyer's gown, my fingers black with ink - 

The spire of the Cathedral joined the earth to heaven - stone was beneath my feet - the blue sky was full of angels - 

There were two ancient trees in the Cloister garden - bright grass rippled in the wind - a few moments became centuries - 

13.15

January 28 1015

The Cloisters

Salisbury Cathedral