A bird in mythology said to have risen to new life from the ashes of a fire in which it had been consumed.
“I’ll be sleeping in the guest bedroom tonight and finding somewhere else to live tomorrow.”
“Really? Where do you think you’ll find a place where you’ll get waited on like you do here?”
“I’ll ask Gloria first, but otherwise I’ll look for a bed and breakfast place until I get sorted with somewhere more permanent. I’ll come back for whatever I don’t take with me.”
“If you go tomorrow, your things will be in bin bags on the drive when you return.”
“I’ll hire a van then if you’re so desperate to get rid of me. There are secure storage places these days Charlotte, so don’t think that you can threaten me that way. I’ll probably see you before I leave tomorrow anyway about legal recognition of a final separation document. I won’t wish you a goodnight’s sleep. That would be hypocritical.”
He walked out past his wife who was still stood near the door, just inside the room.
I shot today’s image in my rear garden at home as it snowed the other day. I used my Pentax KP 24 MP cropped sensor camera using a 16-85 mm f/3.5-5.6 lens at 16 mm and f/4. The shutter speed was 1/100 and the ISO was 200.