solstice
In the home country, with a fire in the hearth: good omens.
No dreams of dragons, yet, but the nights have been unruly, with friends and loves texting like spirits calling from other realms.
I have a fantastic bottle of Jura "Superstition" and two miles of footpath through fallow wheat fields, and am in a cottage-cum-bakery reputedly dating to 1472, with floors as uneven as the timbers, with Time Team on the telly.
This life is grand, circular, cyclical.
I do not profess to understand it in the slightest.
No dreams of dragons, yet, but the nights have been unruly, with friends and loves texting like spirits calling from other realms.
I have a fantastic bottle of Jura "Superstition" and two miles of footpath through fallow wheat fields, and am in a cottage-cum-bakery reputedly dating to 1472, with floors as uneven as the timbers, with Time Team on the telly.
This life is grand, circular, cyclical.
I do not profess to understand it in the slightest.