The morning after a storm, the world feels like a new and different place.
The Ballad Of Invisible Uniqueness
Unexpectedly, if I am being honest, as the grey and overcast weather had seemed set for the season. But blue skies appeared and so did the people. It was that kind of day.
Finding The Cool On A Damp, Grey Day
And when the weather got wetter and wilder, it drove me inside to dry out and warm up. I chose the nearest and most convenient place and, by chance or by luck, take your pick, it also happened to be the coolest.
Simple Words
Simple words for a change
And Yet She Continued To Help Him Be The Best That He Could
She liked to think that she was helping him to be the best that he could be, and to maybe fulfill some of the dreams and desires that he managed to keep hidden most of the time.
The Secret Of Happiness And An Empty Park Bench
So right now I am grateful for early morning walks and unexpectedly beautiful sunrises, especially when the night has been long and sleepless.
Absolute Certainty That Things Are Not Right
Fighting the demons in the hours of silence. Where exaggerated anxieties invade and conquer and fear is the unwelcome norm. And everyone else sleeps the sleep of the healthy.
Dream Big, Dream Strange
I had a dream last night. A strange dream, even by my usual strange standards.
People Matter - Number One of an Occasional Series - Ray
Ray is a proud man. A little shy at times, but happy to share recollections and anecdotes once he has warmed up, and often with a twinkle in his eye.
Whatever They Say To Do, Do The Opposite
I regularly write in this blog about my belief in the importance of taking a moment to pause and to look.
Upon Reflection
Perhaps only those with a heightened sense of time would venture out in such conditions, to walk the shifting, crunching shingle and to hold a defiant face up to the weather.
The Acquisition Of More Unwanted Stuff
Good writing, so I have just read, must awaken a truth in the reader.
Hanging On, Whilst Desperate To Let Go
Just a young girl, hanging on, whilst desperate to let go. Hanging on, in touching distance of traffic and people, rushing, rushing, always rushing. With busy lives, places to be, money to make and dinners to cook.
Poet By The River
The man with the typewriter….
The Disappointment Of Finding Out That Santa And A Job For Life Do Not Exist
I have not reached the age that I am without experiencing the good things and the not so good things that life has to offer.
We Are All Sheep At Heart
When everyone faces the same way, they all see the same things. Walking down the street? Then look up rather than at your feet. In a city with tourists? Look away from the sights and the tour guides. Look behind the facade, face away from the masses and see what they are missing.
Random Thoughts From A Different Time
The sheer excitement of rediscovery. Finding something again after so long. Something that I really used to love. It's only been 39 years. Almost, but not quite, 40.
When My Mind Works In A Perverse, Let's Not Call This Idyllic, Kind Of Way
And of course, sometimes I will be spot on when I think this way. I am more than capable of being any of those things at certain times. We all are, no matter how hard we try. But often, mostly, it is just my mind working in a perverse, let’s not call this idyllic, kind of way.
The Present Is All We Ever Really Have
A place that had once been busy and vital but now mostly forgotten by those that have moved on and a generation that knows no different.
The Pleasure Of Challenge Where Normal Worlds Collide
Provoke and question. Shock and confuse. The faces of people tell a million stories when they first notice pictures like these and show their true feelings.