Walk for the world, for the future light. Goodbye oil, smoke, chimneys and coal.

I sometimes feel swept away in a river, arms flailing, trying to stay afloat, drawn down and away from the bank where soft grasses and small flowers drift past, as my body passes rolling gently, impotent in its inundating powers. ~ I cannot see. There could be a kindly tree dipping a branch where my…

At the water’s edge, skimmers tracing thinning lines. New matryoshka doll.

A singular roar; the horizon bends as stars decorate the void. ~ Deep in the back of my seat, I force my bellows open slowly, and hold back as I breathe out. ~ Drawn back, I follow a sickening ellipse – thrust gone, new orbit lost.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight. broken cross Is he grumpy? Did you laugh at his boots? He won’t hurt us, will he? Why don’t You wear a hat? Grey’s boring. I’m going to drive my car over your leg. ~ The scar left in cultural memory from WW2, still existing in the…

A simple red smile on a greenhouse pane. Painter gone. The smile remains.

Sparkling white sunlight on wavelets in the cove, cooled by early spring sea. ~ Air warms in sunlit patches sheltered from the salty breeze, coloured by the first flowers of spring. ~ The colourful warm, intoxicating flood of summer on the way.

Maybe you and I will run a shop with pines above and looking out to sea, where passing walkers pause, and dip inside, and smile, and talk about their day, and laugh, and potter round, and loiter dreamily. With clothes you made and handmade toys and clocks, wooden things and stones in indigo, with paintings…

The world inverts, and thick clouds dim the path I tread with trepidation.

I had time to think, standing by the sea. My main challenge is clear – me. ~ Suddenly, I feel full of hope. I know what to do, to become the person I aspire to. ~ But first I shall stay, to be one with this world of passing winter grey.