The cat will now live in her heated bed until spring and just like that, it’s treadmill season for me.

In the cold of winter,
with tree limbs now bare,
along the dark road,
stands a beast who stares.

A star in his paw
for a tree made of light,
he waves as you pass,
turn home, don’t turn right.

Happy Caturday

But we didn’t take any photos of that bullock. You rarely do, when something comes of nowhere and flabbergasts you with its simplistic beauty. Everything moves on, a different picture moves in to occupy the frame, as the rules of the universe dictate, and it’s often in those moments, directly after the flabbergasting, beautiful thing has been witnessed, when the bittersweet fact of that seems most apparent.

• Tom Cox, The Man With A Bull In His Living Room

When things feel bleak, remember to look out for all the small, good things that are still happening out there.