April 18th – The end of work for a few blessed days, good weather in prospect and time on my hands. Bliss.
This of course meant the last working day was everything busy, at top speed. Finally nearing home as darkness fell, I stopped to look at the canal as I crossed Clayhanger Bridge.
Blossom is out, the trees are that bright, lucid green they only achieve at the very peak of spring, and things were calm and quiet.
It’s only been a few weeks since Christmas, hasn’t it? Yet here, in the light, the green, and warmth again.
And me, myself, at peace, at last.
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