A newness in the familiar and stale

Yesterday was a blue-sky day across Ireland. It's difficult to dampen down beauty, no matter what the circumstances

The butterfly enjoying the sun and obviously delighted about no longer cocooning.

And that tiny patch of blue sky spotted through a ceiling window.

Those lines from Kavanagh's Advent:

"And the newness that was in every stale thing

When we looked at it as children...."