Wednesday 2021-07-14

Birds, Cats, clouds, Diary, Hull, Photography, sky, sparrows, Summer, sun
Yannick

I was going to write :

Another morning has gone by.

No.

Every and each morning is unique.

The similarities are apparent.

This morning, a bumble bee is flying around, exploring the flowers on the hanging baskets, one after the other, tasting the nectar.

These specific acts did not happen yesterday.

The bee was present, too.

Her movements, her route, were singular.

Of yesterday.

Unique.

Tomorrow?

Question mark…

Summer.

Although past the summer solstice.

Days are, already, becoming shorter.

Enough to notice.

Yannick cat was on my lap, earlier.

She enjoys days like today.

Mild, breezy, the sun just hiding behind a veil of detailed clouds.

Just there.

Magic.

The chirp of, mostly, sparrows colouring the morning.

As their flying to and from the feeders do, too.

In spite of our presence.

I. Yannick.

After an early morning, breakfast consumed.

Cats dozing.

The trees dancing with the wind.

The school girl has already gone.

Coy.

She is very young.

Exploring.

Tumultuous skies…

clouds, Diary, I, Nature, sky, sun

I initially wrote tumultuous sky, however, there was more than one sky above me this morning, dark clouds, very interesting shapes forever changing, clear, dark, light, perhaps a prelude of stormy weather… The golden disc, giver of life, giver of death, struggling to appear behind the fighting clouds in a perpetual movement, bent in closing the fissures to the golden rays…

Peaks, valleys, a constant variation above me, far but near, the wind, sometimes gentle, on other roughly impatient, playing games with my senses and expectations.

A geography of the sky, complex, closed yet open, variable, reflections of my soul…