Posted very late - No Signal seen in a delicious dead zone.
A quiet, but blustery drive further north into the western Scottish hinterland sees me waking this campervan morning on the shores of Loch Doon, close …. to which is babbling and running into the loch. A night of pitch black, not a soul around, no sign of any ambient light anywhere, casting an eye about during the night was an eerie experience, just gale force wind, running water and lashing rain. Three consecutive days and nights now of heavy wind and rain and here we are waiting for the sun to rise, the rain finally having cleared at around three this morning. Still got a few gusts about, but it feels a wee bit calmer. Pretty much van bound with travel and the weather yesterday means out early and on foot, breathing in air and watching the morning unfold. The grey light silhouettes the surrounding hills off to the east. Light is emerging, but it’s heavy and grey still, the dark begrudgingly retreats revealing light on the loch. The coffee feels especially welcome. Colours start to slowly emerge out of the dark, cloud clinging to the tops of the hills, the sky the colours of darkest blue. And a downpour sends me scurrying back to the van. It feels like the rain just does not want to let go. Following on from yesterdays perfectionist fire extinguisher and the enforced sitting, I have been reading around stories and journaling around those that keep the extinguisher full.
“Stories saddle us, ride us, whip us onward, tell us what to do, and we do it without questioning…”
Have lovely days people.
“ I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next.” Delicious Ambiguity. Gilda Radner.
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