My daughter left this feather on the kitchen table this morning. She picked it up somewhere. It’s funny, usually I’m really grumpy about feathers, ‘They’re dirty! Leave them outside! Wash your hands!’ – mean-dad stuff. But today this feather got me out of a real funk. A Thursday-morning-existential-void. Actually, a grey-Thursday-morning-in-February-existential-void… doesn’t get more voidy than that!

Well, the feather seemed to be saying, ‘have you seen how lovely I am? And I’m just a feather. Nothing to do today, just sit here like this, being me…’

Yes, thank you! I thought, nothing extraordinary to do today, it’s February for goodness sake, just enjoy being, that’s already enough!