Saturday, 1 March 2008


30/30 timely arrives to drag me out of this hole.

home from work, still chewing wasps climbing the last hill to home, riding not being the salve it has been. caught by a barn owl, finally full grown and looming huge in the dusk, hunting between hedge, field and ditch ahead, alongside, behind and ahead once more, unconcerned by my presence, utterly enchanting.

later sit on the doorstep for a while, watch the sky, feel the breeze. quiet. i like it here.


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