Things have been rather subdued today: I, the housemates, the air itself, which was filmy with ash from the Puyehue-Cordon-Caullevol volcano in Chile. Perhaps it’s autumn, now spent (‘having been used and unable to be used again’) and mutely awaiting the next scene…

…which began late this afternoon: darkening skies and clouds racing from the south-west, a keen-edged wind and the rattle of rain at the windows.

That feels more like it: proper winter.

3 responses to “Waiting”

  1. except I realise they are rose hips – why did I write poppies? Ah, because I just saw the beginning of Angella’s post, with a photo of a war memorial. Something about the way the mind works there, eh?


  2. beautiful poppies, lingering words

    Here in exile, Sunday is the first day of the working week … which is really weird. I am still not used to it.

    Best wishes, Isabel