sun chasing. still. no place like home

2014 11 29 so here is the Christmas card jpg sig
Gill McGrath© Christmas Card I reckon.

Autumn. Morning. 8.00 am. I think. By an upstairs window.

The sun’s pink is turning one particular cloud up there. I have to go and chase it like something possessed. Believe me.

Time has no meaning now. I am moving towards the pink dewy cloud; but the delicious candy mist has been caught behind a wedge of weeping woodland trees ….. So now I scurry on uneven ground to see the fledgling sun.

Run, run, don’t go, don’t leave me now, I moan. Please stay….. I sort of sing… and count to ten. And, so along the road, I kind of dance and suddenly at 8.07…….the Sun.

And with the breeze that always comes, flashing cottontails flicker pink and brown, rabbits, by my feet in new cabbage shoots a new stinging edge.

Are they the canny rabbits from three fields away; the ancient,cosy,shooting place, that burned the other day? Well yes I think.

They did n’t stop to smile or say. Instead; they ran away….. from me….shouting ….’here we go again’…. and waved! Believe me.

Back home the robin was waiting for me singing in the figs.No place like home!
Gill McGrath© Diary 29th November 2014

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