Well i wasnt expecting to post this today, but at around dusk the weather turned so mild and humid and the clouds so billowing and dirty grey that there was an over whelming feeling of the month of March in the air. It felt as though Spring was approaching as it does just before lambing time. Almost as though a window or portal had opened.
Saturday, November 14, 2020
Friday, November 6, 2020
Obtusely Queezy Uneasy
Hollow moon illuminates the naked sky. Low watt dirty yellow half moon shines tonight. An atmosphere of subtle sorrow.. and loss.
Wednesday, November 4, 2020
Marc Almond - The Days Of Pearly Spencer
First true days of Winter. Snow on the hill tops. Are we what we've become or what we started as ?
Saturday, October 24, 2020
Runaway heart
And so it starts...the countdown to the month December, a sharp change. My impatience caused me to write this post last night, and it then struck me that this whole journey begins sooner than the aforementioned month. In fact it starts with the clocks changing and with that excuse I shall start posting to this blog from tonight.
Its a beautiful moon light night and there is a chill in the air...almost a romance between the black nights and icy cold. An emotion of hysterical optimism inhabits the dusk hour and a giddy sweet feeling the first few moments of the dawn.
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