Riding down a country road, the snow lays even and crisp, the trees laced in fairy ice and a soft piece of music plays on the radio.
There’s no pressing schedule, just being together is enough, we’ve nothing to prove no goal to meet, a cloud hides the sunlight, all becomes grey.
Just being should be enough now, even though we never thought it was when we were younger, one always had to prove one was brilliant, on top of the “situation” … even when there was no situation.
Even now, when all’s been said and done, we hide the desire to change the other, remould that other into our own image – it seems that we can only let a tree grow as it will, if we can pot it from time to time.
Hey, look at the blackbirds hop around on the snow under the bush, they never seem to be bothered by the winter cold, but then really what would I know?
The sun comes from behind the cloud, it’s blinding light reflects off the snow hiding what is and what was in white light.
© G.s.k. ‘16
- THE CUE THIS WEEK IS : TRIP
- SIX SENTENCES…NO MORE, NO LESS
- COME BACK ON THURSDAY AND LINK IT UP!
- SEE YOU THEN!