Music
My constant
My comforting companion
It is all around,
Cafes, libraries, stores, cars, strangers
Pass me by as I travel
My footfalls are the drum, keeping time
Each person I pass, starting their own dance
Engines grumbling, morning whispers, cutlery skipping across cafe porcelain
All blossoming into the orchestra serenading us throughout our day,
A bird pirhouttes past the traffic lights, ...
Despite what others may think, one can grow quite an attachment to a place. Spring has begun to poke its bleary head through the thick grey that has settled over Edingburugh. Small pockets of colour smeared across a blank canvas, ready for growth. Everything about this place is cosy. Life is slow and routine here. Safe. Dependable. Or it was. Now the comfort I found in the cobblestones, winding th...
The trees seemed to sigh with me. They always do. A joint intake of breathe, a moment of stillness amongst the movement of the world outside. It’s vastness never scared me. An interlocking network of bramble and hawthorn, interrupted by precipes’ of oak, maple, pine. Beneath their ancient leaves is the only time I get to breathe. The only place where time slows to a manageable pace.
My chest rise...