Who knows what thoughts are frying like eggs in his brain...: February 2021

Monday, 22 February 2021

Scarfell

The wind rolled down the valley in much the same way as a wave might do over the ocean. The sound of the wind, seemingly growing in weight, almost, gathering speed, stampeding through the mountains.

Louder! An invisible monster one can only hear. Ferocious, now.

Thunderous!

WHAM! An avalanche of wind ravages the tent: grabs it, buckles it, lifts it! Walls cave in, then thrust outwards again, violently. Lanterns dance with crazy abandon.

A moment, then silence, but for the sound of nature's hooves galloping away into the distance.

Darkness. Everything still. Waiting for the next wave.

Let's see what might emerge from the morning mists...?

Hauling winter upon my back and begging for sunshine like the tramp begs for food.

Tuesday, 16 February 2021

I think to spend time occasionally trawling the ocean of your past is a good thing. I'm captivated by these moments, these odd remnants, by all the memories and memorabilia which end up being hauled in my net. A lot of folks seem wary of wading through the past, and I understand this, yet at the same time I perceive the act of ignoring it to be a little dangerous. After all, the only thing to deliver you to your present is your past, that's your storyline, for better or for worse, and I feel it's important to get to know your own story, even if such an experience isn't always a comfortable one.