Does the sun make a noise?
I can only but wonder as her silence speaks volumes.
Broken promises and a broken mind.
There is no fixing but we continue living.
Hush. I hear rain. I hear the onset of autumnal hope.
A cool breeze makes a warm hum on the window pane.
Traffic planing on lying water on the road.
A whoosh of joy as memories warm my heart.
The same horizon; the same place.
Things are somehow different.
A catalogue of comfort is no help.
Too different. Too unknown.
A carrot can be a treat for a hungry deer.
What I’d give to hear from the trees.
Living a slow life, perfectly still.
I can only be ponder what life has in store.
Living young is full of strength and unknowns.
Maturity brings adventure and misplaced confidence.
Old age brings acceptance and certainty.
I feel old before my time.
Sleeping aged 15 in a room full of heroin addicts.
I can appreciate the kindness of the inn keeper.
The night before in the cells did me no good.
A life of deserved mistrust for those in authority.
Fast forward eighteen years and I walk past the shops.
Police racially profile black children for a stop and search.
I walk slowly so they know I’ll be their witness.
We cannot let our friends live with this injustice.
Gathering bilberries on the moors is therapeutic.
A small handful may take five minutes to pick.
A five second chew, an explosion of juice and flavour, they are gone.
Time well spent. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Does the sun make a noise? I can only but wonder as her silence speaks volumes. Broken promises and a broken mind. There is no fixing but we continue living. Hush. I hear rain. I hear the onset of autumnal hope. A cool breeze makes a warm hum on the window pane. Traffic planing on … Continue reading Ex musings<\/span>