Sometimes life just gets too hectic, everyone seems to want a piece of your attention, be it work, family, social media, or just the dog wanting to be let out for what seems the hundredth time that morning. Yesterday I managed to almost disappear for a moment into the background. To stand and contemplate my glorious wellie bobs/festival boots in all their leopard print glory and feel like I’d actually managed to camouflage myself at last into the surroundings. For a few precious minutes I felt peacefully unnoticed. It was a moment of bliss quickly followed by some much needed puddle jumping. I love the reflective glimpse of the trees overhead that crept into my vision and broke the spell, reminding me to look up as well as down in life.
After a brief reprieve a low pressure (or what I call a low depression) system has moved in; the rain and gloom is back; the greyness is sinking heavily upon me and I feel I may be submerged between the sky and the sea at any moment; the horizon is growing more indistinct and I’m cast adrift on the nothingness.
Something Wicked This Way Came