Tuesday, 17 November 2009


Nearly every walk I've had this week has involved running for cover. No point in taking an umbrella, except perhaps to use as a sail to fly home by.

But it has felt so good to be out in such dramas and to see the sky scape transform in front of you, as if someone has started to scrub dark pools from the surface of a watercolour painting.

Na no currently at 40,338.
Last sentence - He stared at the drawings until it was time to go to work. They held a more fascinating world for him than the real one.