Perserverance
The fog outside my window this morning is like the proverbial pea soup. It's mid-morning and its density remains thick and belly-filling. I miss Blackey, he didn't exactly fly south but he's been visiting relatives down the south coast. He seemed somewhat reticent to go and it's been a few weeks now. Lately, I half expect him to turn up in the backyard bearing gifts, but, nothing yet. Soon maybe. Music has a way of stirring the spirit in patterns that defy description. Maybe it's the attachment... Sign in to see full entry.