Seasons, senses & self: Day 37
Moon. Moon shine. Moon of darkness. Bring your soft light. Banish day’s harsh harridan glare. Erode those taunting highlights’ sharp relief.
Seasons, senses & self: Day 24
Melancholy. Mournful pensiveness. Lack of motivation. Shutting the world out. “Sadness without any apparent occasion”.
Seasons, senses & self: Day 20
Life. You’re born. You learn stuff. Loving, crawling, walking, talking. Climbing, skipping, catching, counting, turn-taking.
Seasons, senses & self: Day 18
Birmingham, Black Country – plenty of canals, and even more streams: all flowing into the Tame, all heading for the North Sea. East of Brum, Solihull’s Blythe joins too – and the Cole (after Sarehole Mill, Kingfisher Park). Tame flows north through Tamworth to join River Trent. So … Read more
Breath. Oxygen in. Carbon dioxide out. Chlorophyll captures the sun. Rice grows in faraway hills. People harvest it, thresh it, sell. Wind drives a turbine; wires carry energy. Water piped here from Wales boils spinach and rice. Food enters the tube my body is built around. … Read more