A walk with my sister some time ago of going along a lane, looking dark and dank. The trees stopped the light and it was all dark amd mossy. I saw the darkness, not the lush green.
And the deep dark and mysterious water at a recent harbour. What lurks beneath. The muddy banks when the tide is out where the wet sand is brown not the luminous qualities of my usual stunning quality creative speak ...
The sunset over the waters shimmering along the darkness of pools of deep dark hues. The cramped buildings darkening the shadows I have commented on. The quantity of strange in familiar too.
... One looks at the bright side literally ...
Those days first of travel, alongside that empty space was so cold ... and the little love left in me from the momentum of bombardment is what sees the warmth not the cool ... The smiles even when those scowl at me when they are in a bad frame of mind. The care less than before attitude of a mischievous one, once again let loose out in the world to keep on exploring ...
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