LOW CLOUD
Above the cloud line
and across the valley,
the mountain road leads up to the peak
and beyond, possibly, into the
remotest limits of the sky.
I look up, smile quietly, and
sing a song of earthbound content.
–John Bailey, December 2008, Vale of Neath
Categories: poetry
Yesterday was the shortest day of the year, and today was just a little longer, taking us all along towards the long, lazy days of summer. Roll on.
Not that I’m regretting the season, you understand. I love Christmas and I’ve been wandering around with a daft smile on my face all day, especially along the aisles in the Supermarket.
Some people smiled back.
I’m awful tired now, though, at 19:13, and wanting a glass of wine and a bit of TV before dinner.
One last big-time shopping expedition tomorrow, then we can pop over to take a pressie and mince-pies to Graham’s mother, return home, close the door, and celebrate the way we like best. At home.
I took some video at Sainsbury’s today and I’ll try to put it together for the journal very soon.
Categories: personal
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