a perfect sunday:
a journey south to visit friends:
the road monotonous
but the scenery ever changing.
grey clouds, mustard yellows,
olive greens and winter heathers:
the symbiosis of wind blown energy
and electrical conduction ever-present.
weekends are often too short:
looked forward to and ideally spent
with loved ones, family and friends -
together, memories old and new.
arrival at the water's edge
the comfort of friends
and a sense of peace.
outside, a sound;
skeins overhead and all around,
remind me of my childhood home
as the geese leave this winter Firth.