the comfort of jackdaws

The wind is cold and the night is dark, but on my wrist are bangles so pretty (I know because the metal chills my skin) and a clattering of jackdaws is circling the black sky above.

I need everything pretty with colours, stained glass and glittering metal in the dark greyness of winter.

I need birds and their chattering and twittering in the cold silence of winter.