Rain,
then sun,
then rain and sun,
all in 5 minutes.
Yesterday’s high high tide.
Calm. Calm. Calm.
Today’s high high tide.
Not so.
And just a shout out to intermittently pointless signs.
For the first time this year* the sun shone on my book through the vines outside my window.
One of those little signs that spring is on the way.
[Murder is Easy, Agatha Christie]
Tree root
or
Giant claw of a once gigantic beast who roamed this land when we were just tiny freighted mice.
Approximately two thousand five hundred years ago a group of people built a wall around their village.
Which is amazing and beautiful. It’s wonderful that I can still visit it.
Also sad that we have not changed. We still -need- walls.
Particularly dark writers block today.
I feel like I’m staring into a void.
…and it’s controlling me by its purr.