The lovely element which makes our little city so unique is that cold, wet thing dripping down your neck, rollin down your windows, splashing in the streets, pounding on your roof. I live where I do so that 75% of the year the beat of raindrops can put me to sleep. Blustery winter days are the best for adventurous rambles. Go out and get soaked to the skin! There is nothing better for body or soul.
"What happened to the sense of wonder? on yonder hillside, getting dim why didn't they leave us alone? why couldn't we just be ourselves? we could dream and keep bees and live on honey street
and we walked the pagan streams in medetation and comtemplation and we didn't need anybody, or anything As the great great great great great Being watches over and we repair repair repair repair repair to honey street" - Van Morrison
My spirit is restless and longs to get away. I can't help but long for a raw wind and an open sky; time alone in the quiet. pictures by little_my