September 25, 2011 § Leave a comment
The meadows lie on both sides of the road. Typically there are joggers and dog-walkers making their way along the path beside the ribbon of water. Sometimes there is no-one, only the grasses, reeds and trees. Sometimes there is an unexpected gathering of silent, velvet cows. Today, however, there is just an odd mantle of mist floating above the ground making clear and obvious the unchanging space in which everything seen has appeared.