Well, here we are again.
I know how this works.
I can already feel the clouds gathering and the world suddenly feels just a little more claustrophobic and slightly pointless once more.
All tagged winter
Well, here we are again.
I know how this works.
I can already feel the clouds gathering and the world suddenly feels just a little more claustrophobic and slightly pointless once more.
A tow path walk, locks a plenty under heavy, leaden Wiltshire skies. Threatening rain, of course, but never quite delivering. Shared pleasantries with ramblers, elderly with dogs, and wise cracks with lock volunteers, younger, with validating logos and stories of herons.
A few weeks ago I shared a photograph of a dog in a puddle.
Fun, perhaps, but nothing special I hear you say, and you would probably be right.
It’s been like winter here, proper winter, for a change.
I know we had some snow a couple of weeks back. But that lasted just a few hours before it disappeared.
And when the weather got wetter and wilder, it drove me inside to dry out and warm up. I chose the nearest and most convenient place and, by chance or by luck, take your pick, it also happened to be the coolest.
She liked to think that she was helping him to be the best that he could be, and to maybe fulfill some of the dreams and desires that he managed to keep hidden most of the time.
Fighting the demons in the hours of silence. Where exaggerated anxieties invade and conquer and fear is the unwelcome norm. And everyone else sleeps the sleep of the healthy.