If I were Me.

If you sit here and listen, you can hear the sheep calling, from across the valley.

And bird song proclaiming the Spring on this side .

If you sit here, you can hear the purr of the fire and feel its warmth on your legs.

If you sit here, you can watch the flames twisting and flying, or the embers of the day as it fades into the night.

If you sit and listen carefully, you may hear the pages of someone’s book turning, or even their thoughts stirring as they read.

If you are very attentive.

If you sit here much longer, the darkness will fold around you, and there will only be the glow from the last logs placed on the fire whilst it was still the evening and not yet the night.

If you sit here then, you will hear the owl call from the forest.

If you are still sitting here now, you are probably me.

Writing this.