Not Even The Trees

Did a bit of walking in order to do some writing. It was a fine, gray day, damp with a threat of rain and cold enough for me to wrap a scarf around. I almost wished there was a nearby moor where I could traipse in and yell, "Heathcliffffff!"

But no moors. Just naked trees slightly swinging against the somber sky.

The Unseen Life

One of life's great travesties is that we overlook the small beautiful things..