We have been seeing things in black and white, lately, I have noticed
We have been seeing things in black and white, lately, I have noticed
How can it be that, sometimes, an action so normal and straight forward seems able to take on a life of its own and become the most difficult thing to complete?
We are said to be the most social of animals, yet we must now find a way to avoid being true to our nature.
I am drawn to the quiet. To the rundown. To the old and historic, yes, but places away from where the tourists disembark their coaches. Places that are a little rough, perhaps, and those that have, almost certainly, experienced brighter times and better days.
Heavy set clouds hanging low over rolling, grey / green fields of winter-short grass, lazily dancing in time to the wind, swirling up through a gap in the cliffs way down below by the beach.
Authentic.
A simple word that means genuine, not false or copied
And as a way of introducing Neil, I can’t help but think that it’s close to perfect.
Sometimes, from a certain angle, people look no different to lampposts and bollards.
And, as is often the way with a beginning like this, once she had actually been seen, well, she just seemed to stay seen.
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.
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.
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.
So right now I am grateful for early morning walks and unexpectedly beautiful sunrises, especially when the night has been long and sleepless.
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.
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.
I regularly write in this blog about my belief in the importance of taking a moment to pause and to look.