My Fake Instagram Life

Nothing is as it seems

Greetings friends,

This morning snowflakes whirl and dance outside my window. The flowerbeds are perfectly white and square on the allotments below, like spaces on a chess board. A group of blackbirds perch on the bare branches of an ash tree, as still as the air itself. The hills in the distance are barely visible, blanketed with snow and mist. A huge w…