January has felt like a strong storm, bringing me many frustrating and inspiring challenges. I recognise this is a time of learning, acceptance, and letting go. Amid the bruised wintery grey skies and the few days of piercing winter sun, it also seems astonishing that I’ve not walked into the woods or stood to draw on the edge of the fields for an entire month. I long for spring and the gentle, warmer sun; my flat is filled with flowers to combat this need.