Wednesday October 29th 2014 Tim
Yep, it's got the chill
out there in the outdoors. And there's the drip of sad
leaves. A sort of dank that brings to mind toast and
Marmite. And a host of ghostly apparitions on the
struggling hills. And too, there are lights at night
which really have no business being on.
But I guess because
it's the nature of many to believe they live in jungle the
light grants redemption. Offers comfort. A kind of blindness
you might think until you hear the cackle of Barred Owl and
stub your toe on an ornamental rock.