Today is one of those fundamental spring and all magnificent days.
The white-blue sky full of hope and aspiration, the air chilled with a vestige of hard autumn and winter-that-can-not-be, and feelings in the roots of the grass and the long trunks of trees that say “sing, heart with all your hidden joy”.
I had been listening to Van Morrison singing with a passionate growl just before i wrote that so I may be unduly influenced but it is beautiful this morning.
MY BOOK! FINALY!!
The Self Published Writer's Cut.
One of these two.
A random image.
looking for sunny periods
I like shells
There to remind me
An old photo remains
can't click on this one yet (you can now - i found a reference to fourteen)
Who am i? What's going on?
A long and (not) winding road.
Always leads to my door.
Only ever meant to last the night...
One I Took Earlier.
an eye on autumn
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