......so late walking today.....one of the family has a brand new shiney hip and hospital trips are a daily occurrence for the moment....
..the woods are awash....we wade rather than walk and the black dog with his belly quite close to the ground has turned a muddy grey colour by the finish.....
....the sky has that late reflected light.....satin gowned in candlelight sort of colour........but the dark is setting in and in the distance the owls are already calling.....
..we are alone save perhaps a few spirits........this time between the dusk and the dark are atmospherically eerie.....
...the noises of the forest and our lonely footsteps.........
..as we walk back to the car the moon is above us.....glimpsed through the folds of cloud......
.....at home i am told off for reckless walking in the dark...i shall aways be the child here.
2 comments:
is it that we keep ourselves there or that other people need us to be there. childhood that is. thanks for this beautifully atmospheric piece. i really admire your writing kay. steven
thank you steven....that is the question isn't it.....maybe you are always the child to the mother? ...although to me, i am becoming the mother to the mother....does that make sense?..have a lovely day..xx
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