Words, images

The weather has been testy. Showers came and went, temperature fell and rose again. Mud remained.

This weekend I rode twice, went to church, saw the new Underworld movie with D, and still added nearly three thousand words to my embryonic novel. More than that, ideas crept into mind that will enrich the plot.

This combination does pose a little incongruity. Well, not riding and writing, for the novel has equestrian characters. (Obviously - I'd get bored writing a thick tome without horses.) There are even a couple of quasi-undead in it. But I didn't mention Underworld over coffee after church. I don't think that anyone else from the congregation would have attended. The thing is, having lived in Transylvania, I am partial to the occasional vampire movie.

Beyond, out in the wide world, birds flew free as ideas. Birds flapped and glided, strayed and straggled across one photograph after another. (Do look for them in the first and third images.) They do not worry about what people think! And neither should I, the outsider. It's not so much "screw them" as simple realisation that I follow a unique path. I look inside from beyond, so I see the view from a different perspective. The one discomforted by that probably has his (or her) eyes clamped tight shut. But I don't rock the boat: its occupants do that.

Clouds draw apart, sun shines through. Blue sky at the onset of evening, filigree trees, curves of hill in silhouette. This is my land. The land beyond. A country beyond office or shop or road. I love it here.

Comments

[funder]

I'm so glad you're happy where you are :)

[White Horse Pilgrim]

Thank you. I hope that you find a great place too when you move.