In the summer wind We hear every leaf rustling It must be Sunday
￼ I've just spent most of a nice long walk to the coffee shop this beautiful Sunday morning explaining my theory of why I believe my wife a monkey. As you can imagine, she was enthralled. From the Darwinian explanation of the opposable thumb, hers always getting caught in my trouser pocket when we hold […]
￼ I took this picture this morning whilst avoiding the many cowpats that proliferated across the meadow. The cows had been extra sneaky by utilising the cover provided by extra long grass, (we’d had a lot of rain) and lack of marked pathways. They knew I’d be coming along to gaze at the Sunday sky […]
￼ Today was a bad day before I'd even finished my coffee, (that's not good). So, after a run not clearing my brain, the next best thing was a walk to the river. In truth, where I live the river is more estuary than actual waterway. Over a mile wide, the Humber is at its […]
Six times I have tried to breathe. Six times I have failed. Today is different. The sun is up early. Dawn yawns a new day, a more languid awakening. An old lady with a dog says hello. It is a pleasure to return her greeting. Thank goodness for Sundays.
Sunday stands apart. A day to rest and dream, Place for thought and reflection: Clouds drift in languorous ease The wind wafting them farewell; Flowers bow petaled heads In reverance to a sleepy sun, And even the starlings chatter quietly; The usual hurly burly subsides, Aggregations put on hold And all And everyone Breathes deep. Ah, Sunday!
It’s raining out the window But I’m sat in the heat The sound of coffee brewing Feeling so replete The water it is washing Across the streets in sheets But I don’t care a bit Sat in my leather seat Though soon I’ll have to go My drink it does deplete And then the pouring rain Will lap about my feet Perhaps I’ll have another And wait […]