Greeted by the loud cries of circling gulls this campervan morning. Three of them above me wheeling in circles as they call. The sky clear and blue in the early morning light. Calls from a robin announcing a predator, crows in the distance. The stillness means that the road roar is at a peak. Stillness, branches and leaves hang limply. Droplets from overnight rain fall slowly onto leaf carpeted floor. Swirling steam rising from hot coffee. A definite chill in the air, muted yellows, brown and greens are the colours of the morning. My oak companion has changed from here heavy green to golden yellow, yet she clings to her leaves still. It’s Friday and downhill to December. Another stunning adventure in darkness and welcoming daybreak. The downside, as I have said many a time, is the coffee is finished way too quickly. The warmth it gives to palms and fingers now gone. We seem to be crawling slowly to some form of winter. Though it feels a million miles away. In years gone bye it seems like we would be well ensconced within its grasp by now. Anyhow it’s Friday, the chill is welcome, the light is now bright and the day lies ahead. Travel has been postponed till the new year, so much frustration sits within me, domestics prevent it for now. It does however allow me more time to sit beneath the oak which is a good substitute and also to hunt out nearer tranquil places to commune with nature. So continuing to accept the situation as it is and look for the positives of which I am sure there are many. I have not really lifted my camera for a good while, actually since my return from Italy. Today presents itself with an opportunity, as the weather is set fine and the common not too far away. So there is a balance to be had this morning, the acceptance of the situation, not to mire in the negative ( However tempting ) and making the best of the here and now. Lovely days people.
I came across this quote. For me I have replaced friends with self.
“ Prosperity is no just scale; adversity is the only balance to weigh friends.” Plutarch.
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